Rhys think’s she’s the only nocturnal one around. In any case, she’s challenging the blogging community to come up with on-the-spot haikus during our sleepless nights. Seeing how I’m part owl (or just a workaholic), it’d be silly of me to refuse.

It’s 3:30 AM now, so here’s mine. Pretty crappy too, but it’s 5-7-5 and I got the damn seasonal reference in, too. Hopefully by now, she’s sleeping like a baby. And by that, I mean she’s probably snoring like an express train.

Kidding, hon.

They say come spring time,
playful love is in the air.
What lying bastards.