at four in the morning, it makes sense from here

[maribou]

There's a full moon
Smiling down on Lucknow
And she is singing her old songs to me
A distant train plays the drum
The crickets sing along
And the dogs are barking down in the street

Comments

[caladri.livejournal.com]

I am much enjoying your postings tonight/this morning, starting with this, which seems terribly resonant with my life in the everlasting Pacific Northwest night. Thank you.

[maribou]

As much as I wish you could get back on your sleep schedule, it's nice to think that when I'm up, and awake, and reading things from the early 19th century, there's someone around who cares:).

[caladri.livejournal.com]

Aw :) Thanks for the wishing on my behalf - I think I'm just about in good shape to that end, but it will take discipline to stay there, something I've always been short on - we'll see. I'm sure now and then I'll be up no matter what - I certainly have been on the beneficiary end of that particular relationship many a time before. For a while I just hedged my bets by having lots of friends in western Europe and lots of friends in Australia. Of course, even they would now and then ask "do you ever sleep!?" I think 2006 may be the only time in my life I've ever stuck to a regular sleep schedule and been able to get up early and feel good about it, and even that was only for a few months! :)

I definitely care, though, even if it's the day later. The inside of your head is a marvelous place, it seems. Such nifty postings.

[maribou]

The inside of my head, the outside of my head ... i'm a lucky 'bou, these days.