NE63 Haiku

The wind howls near Restless limbs fuel racing thoughts  Sleep eluded for hours Sleep didn’t come easily last night. After the family party, the house finally went quiet, but my body hadn’t caught up. I’d spent most of the evening behind the bar, serving drinks, staying switched on, being sociable — all while staying sober as the designated driver. It’s a strange kind of tiredness, the one where you’re present for everyone else but holding yourself slightly apart. We got to bed much later than usual. I could feel it straight away — restless limbs, a mind that wouldn’t slow. The energy drink I’d had earlier to get through the night was still hanging around longer than I’d hoped, buzzing beneath the surface. Outside, the wind howled close to the house. Inside, sleep slipped just out of reach. Hours passed in fragments rather than rest. This haiku came from that space between exhaustion and wakefulness — when the night won’t let go, and the body keeps the score even after the noise ha...

Black skies overhead Peaceful dreams, restless nightmares A winter cold holds Working nights has a way of blurring edges. Sleep comes in fragments, dreams don’t always agree on what they want to be. This week, a winter cold settled in too — the kind that doesn’t knock you flat, just lingers. Heavy head, restless body, warmth that never quite reaches where it’s needed. Lying there, listening to the dark, aware of the sky pressing down. Some nights are peaceful. Some aren’t. Most are a mixture of both. This haiku came out of that space — between rest and unrest, between waking and dreaming — held in place by the season.

"Wake up late, foggy Sunrise wakes before myself Work will have to wait" There is a specific kind of silence that greeted me this morning—the kind that only happens when you realize your alarm went off two hours ago and you slept right through it. For anyone who thrives on a structured start, waking up to find the sun already high in the sky is a jarring way to begin the day. Last night’s sleep was light and unrestorative, leaving me in a state of "brain fog" that felt impossible to shake. The Cost of a Late Start Being two hours late for work is stressful enough, but the real frustration came from the internal collapse of my morning. When you’re playing catch-up from the second you open your eyes, the things that keep you grounded are often the first to go: The Routine: I managed to grab breakfast, but the "essentials" like my breathwork and meditation were sacrificed to the clock. The Mindset: Without that 4-7-8 breathing to anchor me, the GAD (General...