Ever since I was around 13 years old, I've had a hard time sleeping before the sun came up. While my father taught me to fish at this young hour, I've always found the former part of the morning more flattering than the latter. I savored the night; the solitude it brings, while the still air remains crisp, allowing the subtle secrets of nature to be heard. There was always something about the darkness that seemed so much closer to me than daytime.
I've grown to find it has been the reflection upon myself, bound to me by the solace of the nocturnal life, that has given me the deep appreciation I have for the choices I've made. Understanding that this clearly sounds pretentious, I've realized how family and friends have influenced me in a positive and responsible manner for which I am deeply grateful. For it is without all of you that I fall, and with your hand, I rise,
just as the sun does the same.