It’s 2:40am. I’ve been awake for about an hour.

I can see the stars out the window — what a mechaya*. I can’t remember when I last saw the stars in the middle of night. We’ve been inundated with the most relentless spring fog ever for weeks and have had night after night of a gray blanket to look at, close overhead.

To think I’m looking at infinite space instead of 1000 feet up just fucking thrills me.

In addition the mockingbird is singing, which always amuses me. He sings and sings and sings in the darkness. Soon it will be summer instead of spring and the time of birdsong and fields of wildflowers will be over. I’m enjoying this last burst of music as the spring melts into the warmness of summer.

My life is completely unstable and uncomfortable these days (hence the insomnia). It’s nice to have these moments when I can enjoy reality, from one bird’s voice to the vastness of the universe.

*(yiddish for joy, but translates to “to make life”)