Night Images
I can’t sleep… again… at least I think I can’t. The rain is pouring outside, the drops making such crystal clear sounds against the pavement, the window pane, the door. The sound of traffic, disrupting the clear and even beating. The quiet hum, that grows, a crescendo to the unbearable loud crash, as the tires splash water into my front lawn, fading fast, returning to the pace of the rain. How long have I been asleep? The clock is blinking, it’s red numbers seemingly changing, seven? Eight?...