September 8, 2016

It has been too wet to sit outside in the evening so I content myself with knitting until my hands are tired and my brain is numb.  Sure that sleep will come quickly I head to bed and.....

No.  Minutes drift into hours.  My fan drones on, cooling the room but blocking the outdoor chorus and sleep is elusive.  I try listening to the radio but news and weather reports are neither soothing nor quieting.  I once had a radio that also had nature sounds but that has been gone for several years.  Tonight I try to imagine the fan is actually a distant waterfall that is full from recent rains.  I try to imagine the cool green valley.  Our brains can do amazing things when we allow it.  Not tonight, though.  Tonight my brain mocks my attempt.  I think it is appalling when I flip from a cool valley and find myself standing inside a large empty factory dominated by a huge industrial fan whirling out a tornado.

Sigh.