"My bed is a small boat lost at sea; that sudden whistling is the wind in the sails.  On every side the air is filled with the sound of furious klaxoning.  I talk to myself to give myself cheer: there now, your skiff is holding its own, you are safe in your stone boat.  Sleep, in spite of the storm.  Sleep in the storm.  Sleep in your own courage, happy to be a man who is assailed by wind and wave."

-Gaston Bachelard



photo by c.b.