5a.m. comes early for the night owl, yet there’s a different kind of peace in the dawn. There are silent promises of new beginnings…where hope feels tangible. It’s not just me who sees this. I can think of a dozen…
5a.m. comes early for the night owl, yet there’s a different kind of peace in the dawn. There are silent promises of new beginnings…where hope feels tangible. It’s not just me who sees this. I can think of a dozen…