4:55 A.M. Comes Early

Four fifty-five comes early. A little bit, or a lot a bit, early by my way of thinking. Darkness, like a cloak, still covers the world when we leave the house. Fortunately, the bitter cold of deep winter is in the rear view mirror as the car pulls out of the driveway. “Day 3,” I … Continue reading 4:55 A.M. Comes Early