fever breaking

in iowa, nighttime feels like a fever breaking. after enduring 18 hours of steamy, sticky heat, being in the outdoors at around midnight feels like waking up from a feverish sleep to find that the fever is gone. it is one of the few gifts we insomniacs get to enjoy.
it is a shame that we believe so little happens in the dark. it is after the sun goes down that the the racoon that sneaks up to the back deck to eat the remenants of seed the birds have left behind. he crouches beneath the feeder and picks through the grass. he is not picky or wasteful. while they flutter away during the summer to feast on corn and other fresh kernels of grain, the racoon is faithful in his nightly visits during the summer and winter.
we insomniacs also get to experience what it feels like when the dew is formed. we feel it on our skin and see it shimmer on the grass under the glowing moon. we know what it is like the breathe fresh air and not pant or have our sinuses dried out by the airconditioner.
so being an insomniac is not all about infomercials. there is magic involved, too.

i am in transition right now. things are in the pipeline. other things are not. i am not sure what will materialize. but at least i am finally at the point at which i can imagine what it will feel like when the fever breaks.