Van Gogh’s “Starry Night”
It’s night. I have had a long and busy week. A fulfilling week.
I’m climbing the stairs now to bed and anticipating falling into the luxury of inviting, soft sheets. Mostly, I am thinking about a long and deep sleep–with no rush to arise early and nothing to do tomorrow. Nothing.
This is random. I don’t know why, but at this moment I am pondering the thousands who are falling into bed now just like me, only bored out of their minds.
I am not one of them. I am just plain tired.