4am is a magical time. Where the late-nighters have mostly drifted off to bed, and the early-risers haven’t well…risen. It’s simultaneously eerie and relaxing in a most odd sort of way. Hearing birdcalls echo across a graveyard silence in a usually hectic city center is an…experience. The occasional twitters should feel out of place in the concrete jungle, normally masked by human noise as they are. They do not. Sitting there, watching the sky gradually lighten and listening to the calls is magical because you feel isolated.