Night Owl

So much to reflect upon into the late hours every night.  The depth of each thought, complex, with layers upon layers of wonderment oozing from a mind that refuses to still.  Supporting the weight of the ideas, my head bows—my eyes droop half-mast.  A tiredness washes over me from head to toe.  And as the moon rises in the sky, I fall deeply asleep from the immensity of all before me.

Kat
 9 May 2016