hometown glory
Amid the quiet beauty of my hometown's early hours, people stand in line, patiently waiting for the local metal shop to open. The dawn light beckons, and some even take the daring plunge into the waters, embracing the thrill of skinny dipping. Others cast their lines, fishing for the freshest catch of the day, taking leisurely strolls with loyal dogs, or stopping by the corner store for a bottle of wine
I was never a morning person. In the past, my perception of mornings was limited to fleeting glimpses from window of my bus on a way to school.
In my family, there's a prevalent belief that a productive day begins long before 7 am. Fueled by curiosity and a desire to unveil what I had been missing, I forced myself out of bed much earlier than my usual waking time. I was eager to see what I wasn't seeing before, because I was not living at that hour.
