La Nuit Blanche

Toronto recently had her second 'nuit blanche' with all sorts of artistic delights open to the public. I myself did not attend as I experience' nuit blanche' on a weekly basis without having to trundle down to the Big Smoke either. I am talking about good old white nights where one snaps awake at three in the morning and that's it. It's wakey wakey until the birds start singing. So what? I can hear you say. Put on the light and read. I would if I could but I am too tired. That is the worst of it. You are so tired you can do nothing but lie there, and think. All sorts of wonderful castles in Spain are built after three a.m. Paintings to be painted, stories to be written, poetry to be scanned all while I am so tired I can't even open my eyes in the dark. The next morning I try to remember this stuff that seemed so great in the wee smalls and it's pedestrian to say the least. Besides I'm too tired next morning to do anything anyway. I have given up caffeine, eat well before 8 o'clock, and stay away from carbs at night but nothing makes the slightest bit of difference. Goodness I am tired!