Raindrops being rapidly shattered against my window.
The wind. Howling between the houses on these narrow streets.
A winch echoing in the distance.
Thoughts, whirling like the storm outside. Sleepless.
The hour grows late and the darkness fall, even more heavily upon our world.
Suddenly, the storm subsides.
The thoughts do not.
In the silence that follow, they grow louder.
Twisting and turning.
Just some thoughts I wrote down last night when I couldn’t sleep