It's midnight here. And sleep will not come, even though my limbs are heavy with fatigue and my mind, unable to hold onto a complete thought at this hour, swims in swirls of mismatched images. In my room the fan is blowing, moving left to right and back again, bringing with it the cool air. A gecko calls in the dim light.
Tonight, this Roald Dahl quote provides just the pick-me-up I need for this increasingly busy week.