I love 6am when it's a foggy mist. My brain isn't quite awake and the flowers are just uncurling. The sun shines strongly through the trees, only to be swallowed by the fog. Every time you breath you feel the cold run through your brain and down through you and it comes out warm, making a puff of life. It's quiet outside. You can hear the sparrows rustling in the bushes and the sound of your feet gracing the side walk. A settle wind pushes the fog across your flushed cheek and you have your hands in your pockets. It feels as if life has stopped for a second and that it's just you and nature. I would go insane without nature. I'd go insane without silence.  I like 6am, before I have to face the day.