Night in full flight sits upon my chest, pinning me down forcing me to make sense of it and use it wisely. But I rise up like a cackling spectre and ride this ‘night’ on its satin back, peering through the windows of a turbulent world and spreading a morning mist as the light of day hums it’s way in. I shall have little sleep this night for I follow the Pipistrelle and Serotine way up in the sky allowing myself the ecstatic joy of dancing with the Lights of the firmament and the winds of the earth. We are all things of the mysterious and the mundane and yet we cannot grasp the magnitude of of the brilliance of all things…. for we keep ourselves asleep when in fact, it is time for us to fly.