the test of time

I've been peeking at Allison Sommers' work for a while on flickr, and thought I'd post one of her wonderfully grotesquely sublime pieces. It seems a good match for me this morning; I've been up since 4:30 with a weirdo almost-two-year-old. I know some people get up at that time regularly, but they go to bed before midnight, usually, too. It's so hard for me to shift my mind and be okay with being up in the wee hours. I'm a wussy sleep lover. And even though my household is far from normal when it comes to night-time (every night we do some sort of musical beds), this cutting short of a night of sleep feels like a personal insult. Luckily, the warmth of affection flashes in at intervals... watching little legs pad around in the dark, feeling little hands on my face (until they experiment with a little slap), hearing a little voice play and sing and ask questions in pure curiosity and excitement.