In the silent stillness of night, I imagine the trees finally confiding to each other, unbottling all those words that they have been longing to say all day - and yet, couldn’t.
I won’t eavesdrop, I whisper to them, I am going to sleep.
If their conversations seep into my dreams tonight, I will tell you when I wake up tomorrow. But, then again, perhaps I won’t. Maybe I wouldn’t even remember them: trees will ensure it so.
Conversations and confidences exchanged in the heart of night are only for that moment, after all. Expose it to the harsh sunlight of day and it will vanish, refusing to be seen or heard.
This is why trees do not exchange secrets during the day.
That’s the advantage of insomnia. People who go to bed early always complain that night is too short. But for those of us who stay up all the night it can feel as long as lifetime. You get a lot done. #latenight#thoughts#isaid#insomnia