The night spoke and I awoke, arming myself with tools of the divine while tired eyes marched restfully to their cotton clouds. Moonlight came knocking on the window pane and, as I glanced out, I saw the entire neighbourhood of the heavens smiling with joy. I drew in a deep breath.

Creative tides of the night swept over and bathed my crown. I was no longer the animal I was known to be. Crystal clear, now I understand why I have been gifted insomnia.

Like a wolf howling with the moon, I exhaled and began my journey.