I went out late with Alan and got the night bus back.
It’s amazing how alive London feels at 4am – the sun is starting to rise; the sky is lightening; people are still on the streets – either returning home or heading to work.
The one thing that struck me that was different from home in Utah was the ‘dawn chorus’ – just so many birds singing and contending for their own piece of space. There are certainly many birds at home; but they just don’t seem to sing their hearts out when the sun comes up.
That’s enough from early-morning London..