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It`s seven am here, still dark. I have been up, for the umpteenth night in a row, since three am. This is a particularly bad bout of insomnia, one of a kind I haven`t had for over a year. I`m averaging about two hours of sleep a night and it`s beginning to tell.
There are stages to sleep deprivation...you go through an achy, tired, heavy stage, then onto a kind of `drunk` stage where everything seems funny and you (well, I) giggle lots. :D
Now I`m at the zombie stage, where I could extra in a George Romero movie, except instead of staggering, arms outstretched, moaning "Braaainnnsss..." I`m grunting "Sleeeeeeppp"....
Och well, been here before, and what`ll happen is that one of these nights I`ll fall asleep and crash for a good solid six hours, and wake up feeling like a new woman! :D
Just wishing it would hurry up.
Nights are strange...so many folks are `night people` but I`m not, naturally...the daytime is mine, the sunlight and life of the skies with the dawn`s birds, the horizon glowing with warmth and light, the feeling of having more company during the day, whether I see another living soul or not, because somehow, you can [I]feel[/I] the world awake...:)
Nights are different...time stretches there, and the dark can become claustrophobic, suffocating, when I sit beside my windows looking out at ...well...darkness...no streetlights here, the islands homes are quiet and dark and asleep...the only light is that of the moon if there are no clouds, and he casts a chilly, unfriendly coolness upon the waters of the ponds at the side of my track, and a colder yet road upon the sea at the bottom of it.
And in the lonely nights, your mind takes flight, and in the lonely nights, your fears become sharp and piercing, and in the lonely nights, you can feel bereft of all hope.....

So yes, I`m a morning person! :D The sun never fails to cheer me, I`m Sunna`s woman, enjoying her heat in the summer, her light every time, watching the beneficience of her bring the soil slowly to waking again, ready to take seed and root, ready to birth the years crops.
This far north, we get only two real seasons..summer and winter. There is no marked in between, no spring with it`s slow, lazy stirring of blood, no autumn with it`s mellow, langorous winding down. We get short, bright and glorious summers, and long, dark and heavy winters. In midsummer, the sun never truly sets, and it never gets dark, a mild twilight only marking the passing of the days.
But in midwinter? Well, often I need my lamps lit throughout the whole day, and the sun stays low on the horizon, almost kissing the sea she is, and her light`s a thin, mean thing, but still welcome.

I see the skies begin to pale in the distance over the East fields. A faint shimmer of pale gold lies there, a lazy wench beginning to stir for the day`s work.
I see the tiny lights of creel boats leave Kettletoft harbour, braving the seas to make an often mean living. Rather them than me.
Another day, a brief thing, after such a long, slow, lonely night...

Well, here's the second blog, and it's about sheeps, no, not those wooly ones, but the sheeps of the society.

We all know about the mainstream culture right? How it's swallows us all and tries to make us wear ugly clothing and stuff because it's "the trend of today".

Now, in my neighbourhood there's lot's of these sheeps, you got the "gangstas" who wear baggy clothes, big capses, bling bling(:p) and so on. There's the emo's/emokids who cut's themself for attention. There's the ehm... in Norway they're know as "soss", well, those who dress feminin and only the newest fashion(which sometimes also cuts themself). And many other groups, but what does all these got in common? Yes, the leader-sheep. The one that's so cool, so ganstah, so emoish, so fashionable and so on.

And when you whatch these sheeps following this leader-sheep, it makes one wonder why? Why can't they just stop, look at themself and see the hoax? Cause that's what they are, hoaxes, in their own mirror. I were once a sheep(baaaah), but I was pulled of the track and told to watch myself, and today I'm no longer a part of the mainstream sheep culture:)

But why are there so many sheeps out there today? What's made them like this? And why don't they listen?

Am I the first one then? Oh god....:p
Well, I`ve done blogs before, but to be honest I lead a fairly quiet and dull life, so don`t usually have much to write about!
I`m an insomniac, and bloody tired (pun intended) of getting up at three am no matter what time I go to sleep.
On the one hand, I get the nights `to myself`, as it seems like the world sleeps, and I sit at the laptop or watching tv (the rubbish they put on through the night, eek!) and have a huge window to look out of.
Which would be great if it wasn`t night time, and pitch black...:rolleyes:
Later though, I watch the sun rise, all rose, gold and warm fire, over the fields in the East, and watch Sunna`s light roll like liquid gold over the undulations of field and hollow, kissing the pond by the track with light, bringing, somehow, life to my world.
And soon after, the island comes alive...wild geese throng in the fields, grazing on stubble and dried winter grass. Curlews spear the skies overhead, their lonely, haunting cries drifting down to me as I sit, watching the dawn, behind a pane of glass.
We`ve had storms and gales the past week. Even this morning, the winds scour the isle, seeking entry into every home, whistling a lament, a beguiling melody, under doors, across windows, always wanting to touch a human and kiss bones with northern chill.....
is it any wonder we seek always, heat, fire, light...?
I have a craving for summer, for sunlight, for warmth and ease for my aching bones and tired body and mind.
Ah well, only another few months to go! :D