I can't take a photo of insomnia. I wander around the house alone, doing small chores, tidying up the living room. This morning, I cleaned out all the waste bins in the house and put the rubbish out around 5:30. I had been up for two hours. The moon was full and bright, but on the other side of the sky, setting like the sun. I had seen it rise the night before, as I drove to Derbyshire to pick up a standing desk I had bought. Sure, I could try to sleep, but why sleep if you don't want or need to. There are worse crosses to bear than the stillness of a night about to end.
