The aftermath

I swat profusely last night. Odd, very odd, especially considering the weather drastically changing. 
I haven't had a good night sleep in so long, napping is proving to be tricky too. Everything is messing up with my mind, disrupting my inner clock, compass too. 

There's a cricket on the balcony on his back, he's dying. I've had good few of those lately, and I get excited over the idea of keeping them to use later on in art projects, but they seem to always disappear. I'm assuming the birds are eating them. 

We've had many birds visiting lately too, at one point, a bird stayed throughout the night, till the morning. The floor was covered with bird poop. I tried to read into it, I got different clashing inputs from different friends. The same with the praying mantis last year, it stayed on our balcony for more than a weak. 

Summer is officially over, the morning air is so fresh and beautiful, the crickets slowing down on their singing activity is leaving room for the birds songs to be heard again. 

The sun doesn't shine fully through my room anymore, it covers a little part of my bed in the morning, soon enough it will be out of sight totally.

I'm so grateful and thankful I made it through summer, now however, the aftermath. 

My nervous system is out of whack.

I need resting. 

I'm ready for the rain.