All night long, dreams crashed around in my head so hard sleep was hard to come by. No, let me rephrase that—sleep proved impossible.
Medical doctors insist sleep is necessary. They should try telling that to my dreams.
Early this morning, I found an eastern sky that was as blue as an old blues singer’s bleakest ballad, and at the shock of the sighting everything almost made sense.
What it really means, I haven’t the ghost of a clue, but here the morning sky anyway.