Insomnia

It's almost 4:00 a.m. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I knew it was going to be a long night. Dead tired, wide awake. Bad combination.

Maybe it was the clutter in my office that was calling to me. Someday I'll clear off my desk. Someday I'll hang the paintings and photos on the wall. Someday.

Maybe it was the light of the moon reflected on the white snow. The moon's not full, but the sky is clear and the light is intense - intense enough to photograph by it.

Or maybe it was the chocolate I ate just before calling it a night. I hardly ate any, but I know better. Yes, I know better.

My side of the bed lies empty. Waiting. Maybe it's beckoning to me now...yes, just maybe.