4AM

4AM is a conundrum.

I cannot be alone in this observation, but perhaps I am because there isn’t anyone else around.

It is an interesting hour if thought about. It is much too late for most nightly events and somewhat too early for daily activities.

I’m not at all certain why there’s a 4AM time at all…ahhhhhh but wait!

4AM is the most quiet of all the hours of the day. Even the clock agrees with me; it tells me it is time to write with its “tick O tock” whispering whine.

So I write in the time that isn’t day and isn’t night.

4AM is the dormant moment of every day as even the birds have yet to sing and the moon goes back to sleep and the sun is still hiding its rays behind its sleepy shine.

4AM welcomes me to a place that others may never see. I’ll embrace this surreptitious hour…this hour of mine…a time for me, alone.