Waking up at 4am, for most, can be the precursor for a difficult day. For others, going to bed past the hour of midnight has the tendency of setting one up for failure. Myself, far more resonating with the former, would prefer 6am, as even this is early for the earliest of us. However, on occasion, especially when not being as social as an extrovert like myself would prefer to be, I find myself perfectly well fit to rise before the sun with a tea in hand sitting besides a candle lit window cracked open in the allowance of the late-spring-turning-to-summer air seeping through its screenless creaves to greet my skin.
