The only thing I miss from having to start at 3 or 5am is the serenity of the mornings.

It isn’t quiet. I still hear the main roads, the sound of trucks. But it’s mostly the birds talking, and the cold fluttering through to check on everyone. There’s an enviable veil of natural peace.

The sky is mostly one colour, with a scattering of stars until the morning begins to roll over and the creams of a waking gold climbing up. Although, it’s not really them moving at all. They just stand by as we constantly roll around in our sleep.

I wonder, if we were capable, what would we hear if we stuck our ears to the ground. A mass of networks that never sleep, that talk and grow on while we retreat to shelter to switch off for the night.

Does the world hum while we sleep?

It must.