There is something inexpressibly beautiful about the world when the sun begins to rise and fill the foggy sky with soft rays of light, while everyone else is curled up in their beds unaware of the magnificence they’re missing and everything feels so simple. It’s as if 6am is an epiphany and you are encompassed entirely by a feeling of clarity. There is something inexpressibly beautiful about being awake to see this while the rest of the world is asleep.