The waking hours of 4-5am, outside, are a serious feeling for me like no other, this image carries it...the dim blue that washes over everything just before twilight. Being awake and aware, looking into a city and knowing most of the population is not even conscious yet.
But you are, your day means something by now, that's guaranteed by whatever godforsaken reason pushed you out of bed. It had to be important. It's never just for no reason. You're groggy, pondering over whatever thing you're supposed to. Then you go outside and get lit with this feeling. Life has just challenged you with another day, gonna get ready motherfucker?