WORDS: “The best bridge between despair and hope is a good night’s sleep.”
E. Joseph Cossman
The black of night gradually brightens, subtly at first, as the line of the nearby ridge and silhouette of the trees can be seen. Soon, the first rays of the sun creep over the horizon, adding dashes of brilliant orange to the greyish pale blue sky. The silence is broken by the song of birds, a rooster crows in the distance. The moon pulls an Irish goodbye, inconspicuously vanishing from its perch.
Morning brings rejuvenated promise. A new day is ripe with possibilities.
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