Walking around my neighborhood this morning, it reminded me how quiet the city is at 7am on a Sunday morning. I'd temporarily forgotten--it's been a long while since I didn't have a compelling reason or desire to linger in bed on a weekend. The only people out are newspaper sellers, early church-goers, and people like me, I think, whose cozy beds are more reminders of uneasy dreams than comforts.
Posted by thevieve at April 23, 2006 8:52 AMI used to love getting up early on the weekends when I lived in Cambridge. That quiet peacefulness rocked. I'd hit Rosebud and Davis Square would be just as quiet. Come back and hang out on the doorstep of my building and just people watch until people were actually awake.
Posted by: Gregory on April 23, 2006 11:40 AM