At 3:00AM on Sunday I woke up to a wall of darkness—to a flat world of gray flannel with pockets of dim light, illusory light that, like liquid, moved around on the surface. I thought of diving into the surf and opening my eyes under water to a curtain of blue green filtered light. I thought of sharks. Do they sleep? I thought of whales and blubber and krill.
Hours have gone by and it is still dark when I hear a bird whistle and whistle again. Then nothing. I strain my ears concentrating but all I hear is a whispering swoosh so constant it must be the sound of the earth spinning in space.
I conjure up a one dimensional rose like wallpaper on the back of my mind. Such a disappointment, I was hoping for some beauty.
Finally, when I open my eyes, there is a faint hint of yellow on the eastern horizon.