Here it is 1:45 a.m. with no sandman in sight, and I’m growing just a little weary of lying here staring into the darkness. So, I get out of bed, slip on some sandals and head outside to the front porch swing. Not that this little town ever provides much hustle and bustle but what there was during the day has now completely faded away.
First thing, the many insects swirling around and around seemingly battling for their place in the bright streetlight caught my attention. I can also hear a chorus of crickets all around me. Curiously there is a bird singing in a nearby tree that it seems you only hear at night, which instantly carries me back to a time of late nights at church camp where I’ve heard its kind before. Just a few blocks over begins a cascade of barking dogs. I assume some alley cat is sauntering by taunting its freedom of movement to them. In the quiet I notice there is actually a small but comforting squeak from the hinges as I swing back and forth. The heavy night air smells so fresh and untainted. Always seeing the stars and moon above, to me, somehow produces a feeling of permanence and security.
About then a car drives by and I ponder where it could be off to this time of night when most everything in this town is closed. As I lay my head back and close my eyes, I can hear a distant faint hum of the semi-trucks traveling I-40 just on the outskirts of town. Suddenly there is a rustle in the grass and as I try hard to focus into the dark I can make out that it’s just an old stray dog wandering by.
While I sit and sway back and forth on my porch swing in the middle of the night, I’ve come to realize I am no longer bothered by insomnia at all. Instead, I am blissfully relishing all the peacefulness this night holds in my small-town life. I just hope I can’t sleep more often.
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I could so feel this, you write well🌹🎉🎯💖
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Thinking of you🙏❤️🩹😌🌻
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