Musings Made While Waiting for the Melatonin to Kick In

Its late. Very late, but it is in these hours of silence that I am most awake and alert. Frankly, I am tired of this and prefer to sleep normally, and wake at a time where I could make use of daylight hours. As it is now, I start to perk at around 4pm, and in the winter when the sun rides low across the hills anyway, it leaves me with little time to build up steam and get things done.

That being said, when I am up and listening as I am now, I get to hear the rain falling. I can hear the different sounds as it hits the fall leaves, or the roof. I can hear the water trickling down the spout, then makes its way through the grass. The wind has been strong and gusty for two days, and tonight, branches fell from the tops of the poplar out back and made a metallic blast each time they came down on the neighbors green tin roof. I was startled at first and so was Chutney. She barked and puffed all up as she marched to the back door to give her warning through the screen and into the night.

I guess I like the quiet. It is a different quiet than during the day.  We live in a very quiet place, to be sure, but the sounds are different. When the coyotes howl, I feel like they are right outside the house, and sometimes they are, but geez, when they are down in the holler and all those voices bounce back and forth off the hills, you would think there were a hundred of them. It raises the hackles on my neck, and Chutneys too. Candace on the other hand sleeps through most noise. Sometimes she will rise up and blink and gurgle before balling back up with the covers pulled tight to her chin.

I am getting sleepy now. The rain has slowed and so has the wind. I will stretch out, put on the blasted mask for the bipap machine that keeps me breathing 😦 and drift off to the whooshing sound of the air being pushed into my lungs. How silly is that? How does a body decide the switch that makes you breathe in is on the blink? AH well, its both curious and maddening, but I find that I feel better for the hastle of it.

SO its off to sleep for now, and you know, I was wanting to write about finding a snake, and moving rocks around the farm, but thats what happens when you are up at 3am. Things dont always turn out like you think they will. I dont mind. I will read this tomorrow and be surprised, and maybe even a bit mortified. Who knows, but I will close for now and its off to dream land. Where will I go tonight? Only time will tell, and maybe my mind will let me see it, and as I wake tomorrow I will remember for the briefest of time as my mind reclaims it and stores it somewhere I dont have a key to. Goodnight…. goodnite…. gnite.

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About voyrrr

I live in the beautiful mountains of western North Carolina and am inspired by the things I see every day.

Posted on October 27, 2010, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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