The sun is rising over the roof of the flats opposite mine, though I first glimpsed it from another window half an hour ago, through the trees which screen my street from the factory behind, and it had been light for some time before then. The spring hums at the edge of perception, and coos and chirrups and sometimes shrieks with the voices of birds.
Insomnia has its beneficial points.
Insomnia has its beneficial points.