A little relief if your anxiety is screwing your sleep: listen to The Moldau by Bedrich Smetana on repeat a few times, with your eyes closed and trying to imagine the river, from its source to the moment it reaches Prague. Feel the joyous little spring, the river getting bigger, listen to the horn of the hunting party in the nearby woods, image the women dancing as the stream crosses villages, listen to the night fall, the water still, picture the light bugs taking flight and the moon rising and the water stately flowing between old trees, when there is magic in the air and legends come to life, and finally hear the sun rise and the waters swell and rush into the city in all its glory, see in your mind many-arched bridges and a great castle, and hear the rumble of the river. Repeat until your mind is nothing but water.
