It’s 4 a.m.
I drove through the night.
There is a peace this hour.
There is no traffic -no people talking- no movement, but for we few, who must deliver.
If you awaken at 4 a.m. and get out of bed, take a moment to savor silence.
Walk to your front door and step out- just a moment – no one will see.
Your belief in magic; which you suppressed since childhood, will return.
The wisps of fog play misty games swirling and spinning over lawns.
There is a feeling of waiting that envelopes the senses.
Take a deep breath.
Sniff the air a minute. Smell that?
That is 4 a.m. air- the cleanest hour of air most of you will ever experience.
For, in this hour more trees breath than cars.
More flowers wear scent than the human peacocks.
This is the hour when nature sighs in relief and exhales splendour.
I drove through the night to get to 4 a.m.
There! I see a parking area.
Exhaustion is assaulting me.
I pull in, to find there is only one place to park.
Parallel parking time.
I am so tired I almost choose to drive on.
One eye nods off and the other threatens to follow.
I set up, throw it into reverse and slide truck and trailer into place.
I look around, feeling superior only 4 a.m. watches sigh.
I turn everything off.
No need to run the air 4a.m. is chilly.
I crack my windows and let in the spicy night air.
My bed calls.
5 a.m. is quickly approaching and I must rest.
I fall the long distance to sleep.
CRASH BANG HOOOOONNNNNKKKK!
It’s 8 a.m.