The 5am Morning Blues

It’s 5am…again.  I hate 5am.  The world is a seething cesspool of hate, despair, and frustration at 5am.  Here in the so-called winter of southern Sweden, the sun doesn’t even rise for another three hours.  There are no pleasant tendrils of pink creeping over the eastern sky bringing the promise of a beautiful day.  All we have is the wind and rain whipping at the … Continue reading The 5am Morning Blues