Aqua - Turn Back Time

There is a certain desperate beauty in not sleeping. To lay awake the whole night and do all kinds of vague unimportant things. To stretch time that keeps pushing down on our eyes in the form of sleep. To overcome the sleepy tiredness that grips your body at around the time the clock inches past 3 am. It is an exercise in patience. It is also, for want of a better term, an art form. Something that can only be achieved after endless nights of determination and perseverance.

What is the purpose behind this you might ask? What great scientific truth lies behind this seemingly pointless pursuit? Is it for an apprenticeship in the Dark Arts? Is it to appease the goddess of night and secure great boons from her thin dark bosom? Is it to pledge your soul to the virile pleasures of a sinful midnight?

At the risk of causing great disappointment to my comrades dabbling in the occult it is for none of the above reasons. The answer is much simpler and perhaps, depending on your perspective, mundane.

It is to celebrate dawn.

A perfect blue slowly brushing the blanket of night off her beautiful brow and opening her eyes of azure. It is a unique joy to stand at an open window and peer in to a world so still that your heart aches to echo it. The quiet bliss of inhaling clear crisp air, rising off the awakening trees, to purge the darkness of the night from your lungs. To stand still and listen to the birds sing with the happiness of first light tickling their feathers.

In spite of the insistent hands of sleep clawing at your eye lids, in spite of the weary creak of your tired bones it is worth it.

It is worth it just to stand there as if you are the last person left on earth and welcome dawn into your open arms.