I don't know why I'm awake and thinking, when I really should be heading upstairs for bed.

Instead, I'm sitting here staring at this screen, listening to a symphony playing into my ears, feeling in one way relaxed, and in another, totally tense.

I feel like a comet streaking across the heavens, illuminating the dark night sky, blazing into some unknown future. I feel like a thousand twinkling stars, held up by invisible threads, looking down at a world to whisper goodnight.

Such poetic thoughts. A sure sign I'm meant for bed.

Adieu, adieu, until the morning when we will meet again.