I was up in the night reading at my desk and found this poem by Du Fu. It was exactly how I felt.

Flowers are shadowed, the palace darkens,
Birds twitter by for a place to perch;
Heaven’s ten thousand windows are twinkling,
And nine cloud-terraces are gleaming in the moonlight.
…While I wait for the golden lock to turn,
I hear jade pendants tinkling in the wind….
I have a petition to present in the morning,
All night I ask what time it is.

There ought to be words also for the walk you take in the early morning, shaking dew from your feet as you open the garden gate. Wind in the shells hanging from a beam. A restless night, strange dreams, and now the sun has come over the mountain, the sky is clear, and everything is possible.

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