I should remember this.

Don’t ask why I’m here, it’s not important. It’s three am and I’m out on the street running. I’m wide awake on the street, dressed in bright, reflective clothing, running on the most well-lit roads I know.

It is cool and breezy. And quiet, a quiet I have never yet heard in the city. The background of incessant traffic is replaced by the steady hum of thousands of small air conditioning units.

I see, in no particular order, a dozen night workers, three party people, a homeless person, two people of dubious character, a math teacher (possibly), and a skunk.

This is not my world. At this time of the day, it is not my city. I may never be here again. But today, now, I am a temporary citizen, and the cadence of my footsteps weaves itself in with the sound of a city asleep.