There are many nights when I accidentally stay up late and watch the sun creep from behind houses and buildings. Now the first thing that comes to my mind is, “Holy crap the sun is up,” but when you move past the fact that you just ruined your sleeping pattern, early mornings are beautiful. There is never a dull moment in New York City, but there are rare moments of serenity in the early hours of the morning, when you get to see it wake up.
Early mornings are sort of like the behind-the-scenes of a television show: few people are unaware of what really goes on before the city wakes up.
Papers are delivered. Trash is collected. Food is prepared. Coffee is poured.
Walking through the streets of the sleeping city allows me to really take in the natural charm that encompasses it, something that is often obscured by yellow taxi cabs zipping by and hoards of people stopping every few steps to check a map or snap a photo. You get to see the city at its most vulnerable, when it’s preparing for the day ahead.
And as swiftly as the sun rises, New York City roars back to life.