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Night time is nice. Early morning is nice too.
Mainly because it's the only time when sitting alone watching traffic doesn't seem idle at all. In fact, I think it should be encouraged. Not just watch traffic but watch anything. I recently walked up to my old neighborhood (literally 2 minutes away from my current dwelling location) and sat on the faded mural of wildflowers painted by the Orem Junior High class of 1990. It's on a reasonable hill, so I got a good view of the lake. It's quite nice when the sky is a perfect blend of peach and slate-blue. It was nicely accompanied by my mint-lemongrass tea in my owl mug.

Now that I think of it, that was a strange morning.
I woke up strangely early, and instead of eating my fridge or continuing my "Arrested Development" phase, I made myself a mug of tea, grabbed a coat and my bag and headed out. I had a strange feeling that something was going to happen. Maybe someone would be at my doorstep. Maybe I'd get a spontaneous visit from a friend. But I headed out and nothing happened. No one was there. The road was empty and the houses were quiet except for the soft murmur of furnaces.
It was a bit of a disappointment to my subconscious desire of being swept away by a phantom friend. Oh well. You get used to those disappointments after a while.

The sun hadn't fully risen by the time I was finished lake-watching either.
I woke up very early.