Midnight Wind
It’s 11:30 pm and I’m crashing and I feel guilty. There was a time when inspiration would come knocking at midnight. Ideas for new projects and other ventures would be crashing in at around the witching hour; the time of my second wind. I’m jealous that while my Artistic friends find their voice of growth and risk I find that I have to force myself to sleep.
Times like these can break a man; can build a man.