"Press close, bare-bosomed Night!
Press close, magnetic,nourishing Night!
Night of south winds! Night of the large, few stars!
Still, nodding Night! Mad, naked, Summer Night!"

~Walt Whitman



Some nights are not made for sleeping. I've been restless since the sunset and now the heat, the whirring fan, and the dark loneliness all around have conspired to keep me awake and dreaming.