Look Closely

It's 1 am. I'm anticipating tomorrow to be one of those days where I find myself running around, constantly, all day. Long Island to Manhattan to Brooklyn to Manhattan to Brooklyn and back again.. Work things, health things, fun things, and other things. I should be sleeping right now.

But when creativity strikes, I can't escape it. And for me, it always seems to strike late at night. When most are asleep and I don't have the sun outside beckoning me to do. The long list of things I must do comes to a pause until morning, and I'm left here in my bedroom... candles burning... music playing... with nothing to do but whatever I really want. Whatever I can do within the boundaries of this bedroom, with no daylight. To me, the possibilities are endless. Tonight, it's a three-eye butterfly gif made with a forgotten photo I took of my sister this past summer. That butterfly must have spent a good 10 minutes pattering its light little feet all over her face. I'm happy to have witnessed it. I'm happy to remember it. I'm happy to have had the chance to infuse a little mysticism into that captured memory.

And now, I sleep.