The 2AM Café

It seems the older I get, the less I sleep. But 2AM… there’s something comforting about it. It’s hard to explain. The world is finally quiet. That hush settles over everything, including my mind and my soul - and somehow, that’s when I think my clearest thoughts.

2AM is where I rest.

It’s also where the idea for this blog was born. A space to share my photography, sure - but more than that, a space to tell my story.

My story.

Is it even all that interesting? Who knows. But apparently, my little jog (yes, I’m still calling it that) got some attention. And if that caught your eye, just imagine what else I’ve got tucked away.

I’m a 47-year-old woman living in a camper beside her mom and stepdad on more land than the eye can see. I’ve got stories. And I’m finally giving them a place to stretch their legs.

So buckle up. Pour your 2AM coffee. The night’s just getting warmed up.

(not my photo)

Where sleep fails and thoughts pour.