An Hour At Night

The Clouds come. Fog floats above the valleys and hangs low over the mountains. I’m awake again. Mind full of thoughts but realizing it’s not the time nor the place to think them. It’s a mystery to know when is. Lately I’ve been doing the most write worthy things and haven’t wrote one worthy thing. Now Three AM and I can’t stop the downpour. I thought it never rained in Southern California. I guess life has its seasons. Raindrops create a contemplative backdrop. Street streams set the stage for my restless refractions. Disrupting my sleep cycle, but sparking dreams.