Sensing in the night.

Finding it difficult to sleep at night is part blessing and part curse.
With all traffic noise, construction cacophony, conversations and TV murmurs withdrawn, nicely and surely the mind settles down and distillates.
More is observed, though it was always there. Like light slicing through settled muddy waters, the uncomprehendable makes much more sense than ever.

But I woe that I'll only awaken when half the day is gone with the pace of life inevitably sped up.