5 AM

I previously associated the early morning with outrageous amounts of anxiety.  If I was watching the sun come up, it was either because I was still trying to cram before that morning's exam (always a bad sign) or because I thought that the money I would save by booking that budget flight no one else one wants to take would be worth the inconvenience (it's not).*

This was taken at 5AM, but honestly the rest of the day also looked like this.
It was far less depressing than it looks, I promise.

A few days ago, I found myself awake before 5AM.  Once I realized that I did not have to be, it dawned on me how calm and cozy it felt.  So instead of going back to sleep, I crept out of bed and into the kitchen where I baked some bread while it snowed and then rained and then stopped.




*Or it was one of the two and a half times a year where I don't come home until 5AM.  But that is neither here nor there since crawling into bed at 5AM is obviously superior to crawling out.