Early Mornings at the Bakery
Claire Morgan began her mornings long before the first light of day.
While the city of Portland still slept, she was already at “Morning Light,” the small family bakery where the smell of butter and cinnamon filled the air.
By 4:30 a.m., she had tied her apron and was ready to start.
At just 30 years old, her reputation had already spread across town.
Her croissants were as soft as clouds, and her cinnamon rolls carried the warmth of home.
But what set her apart wasn’t only her pastries. It was a quiet ritual, repeated every morning without fail.
After finishing her first batch of bread, Claire wrapped a warm roll in paper, poured fresh coffee into a to-go cup, and slipped out the back door.
