Insomnia again.
Early morning delirium, watching the dawn of another monochrome day. Three or four inches of snow on the ground, on bare tree branches, covering and cuddling cars parked in the yard. The noise from the snowploughing tractors haunted my uneasy dreams last night... As soon as there is about an inch of snow, an armada of them goes out, even in the middle of the night.
I'm high on lost sleep. I see the abstract so clearly and reality through a haze.
A pot of orange-flavoured coffee is brewing so all is well in the world.
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