Awake before DaylightCorey Mesler
Nothing looks good at 4:30 a.m. Hour of doubts and heartquake. Nothing gets solved, or resolved. All is failure. Too early even to make the coffee, to jump-start the routine. The mind spins in place, the usual dis- tractions balloon. Only pre- scription: wait: let the body fill itself slowly, let the day open like a chill.
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