I’ve been awake since 2am. My cat stayed curled up at my side as I stroked her black fur. After an hour, I rose, put on a jumper and made myself hot chocolate. I’ve been watching Frasier for the past 30 minutes and I think that and the hot chocolate are working.
When I have insomnia, it gives me a chance to think about things outside of work. Friends, family, practical matters. Right now, I’m considering selling my house and moving back into the city centre (currently in the burbs). I miss the buzz of being able to walk out the door and into a crowded street, to get lost and wander new districts I’ve not had the time to explore. Commuting doesn’t lend itself to spontaneity.
When I lived in San Francisco, I used to step out onto Stockton Street and stroll aimlessly around the city. Sometimes, I’d end up at the Marina, looking at the gorgeous houses along the Bay, listening to the sea lions of Pier 39 and take in the sights and smells of the fishermen at night. At other times, I’d head up the hill towards North Beach. In the early hours, you could smell fresh coffee coming from the dozens of cafes on Columbus Street near the church in the square.
These days, I wish I could find new, random, as yet unexplored places in Edinburgh. I know how easy it is for one to take the things around them for granted; to not take advantage of the activities and beauty a place has to offer. Someday soon, I’m going to wander the city and night, see what happens when the sun goes down and take in the experiences that come with the dawn. For now, at last, I’m tired and am heading up to my bed and hope that sleep soon follows.
Writing Prompt: The Midnight Hour