Soothed

A peculiar, almost ominous, mist seemed to have set out last night in Auckland. It was almost all encompassing, and due to the streetlamps and the lights, the sky was tinged red. While quite beautiful it was eerie, almost disturbing. My sister thought to bring up the mist at least six times, and once more for good luck at three in the morning when we headed to our bedrooms to get ready for sleep.

I found myself, like many other nights, unable to sleep until the sun peeked over the horizon and greeted us with another day. There is something serene about the early morning, the twilight stretching across the land as the sun rises, bird chirping in the distance, and the general sounds of early morning activity that knock me out. As well, probably, as the fact that the beauty of the night, and the mystery of the darkness have ceased to hold it's grip over me.

As I fell into sleep, I began to think at what seemed to be a prolonged rapid speed, some thoughts coming to the foreground. On thought in particular seemed fairly important: To be healthier you need to sleep earlier than sunrise.

Is it really healthier to sleep at night if you get the same amount of hours of sleep in the day time?

Most of my day has been dedicated to thinking, knitting, and using stumbleupon to increase my knowledge of useless crap that I will probably never need for my field of study. It was fun though.

--A.E.