It is a quarter to four in the morning and I am energized and sleepless. My body undergoes strange adjustments when I quit smoking and insomnia, scattered thoughts, and cravings are just a few of them. I have spent the wee hours of the morning researching repair techniques for an old steamer trunk that I purchased today–I mean yesterday–at the thrift store, gathering some project materials, and brainstorming story ideas. Then I heard a faint chirping noise about 20 minutes ago. I opened the basement window to better hear it. The early bird sings and suddenly the insomnia has become the better part of my terrible nicotine-free oddities. As the time passes, cars zoom in the far distance, the coal train whistle blows, and the bird falls silent. The sounds of a new day dawn.