When at 2 in the morning, my body decides it needs to MOVE, even though parts of it hurt. When I go outside to a clear sky, bright with the light of thousands of stars, so many that I can't find the constellations. When watching my dogs get excited about running around the courtyard at such an odd hour and I see the tiniest little tree frog no bigger than the first knuckle of my pinky finger, sitting on my plant... I'm grinning ear to ear. What a strange little cookie I am!