Music is the only sound floating through the darkness. “It was beautiful/ I had no future at all/ But I was free … ” The itching in my head is expanding. Concepts and possibilities are everywhere. Feelings are taking on less importance, and weight is dropping from my being. Thoughts become crystal clear in the still of the night.
I can’t sleep tonight. I can’t sleep most nights. There are too many things I want to do, and I can’t stop thinking about them. I can’t seem to shut myself up. Yak, yak, yak, yak, …
How can I sleep when I know people are doing things right now? Things that are creative, helpful-changing the world for the better, adding or depositing to the overdrawn bank account of the human spirit. But most importantly some people are snowboarding right now, in the middle of the night, while I sit on my roof looking at the stars.
Those who tap the energy needed to snowboard at night will be rewarded with extrasensory sensations that come with an open mind and limited light. The thrill and purity of purpose is undiluted.
Sometimes not sleeping isn’t so bad. Nothing ever seems the same in the morning.-Jon Foster