I think that one of the most comforting things in life is sinking into bed every night, with a pile of blankets to keep out the howling wind and a pillow that immediately moulds to the contours of your head. It is a moment when there is a lull, when everything is kept at bay as you wait for sleep to wash over you.
It is then, during the time between wakefulness and sleep that I feel I am on the edge of infinity. It can last a second or it may feel like a lifetime, but in those moments my soul is dancing among the stars and poetry courses through my veins. The impossible seems probable and my ears ring with the symphony of the universe. The mundane meets the divine and a feeling of an impossibly perfect, unconditional love washes over me – calming and soothing the day’s ills.
It is infinite madness and wisdom beyond measure; an agonising ecstasy; a bridge to immortality. Everything is perfect – like the world was in Eden – innocent, pristine. Or maybe it’s all a dream.
Location: Dwejra, May 2012