At 4 AM, everything is dark. The sun has not yet crept over the edge of the world.
At 4 AM, all lights are bright. You get dressed in the dark so as not to wake the house with blaze of the hall light.
At 4 AM, everything is very loud. You tiptoe out of the bedroom. The cat greets you, bellowing, and you wonder if the crinkle of the catfood bag will wake the whole street.
At 4 AM, nothing is happening. The television offerings are so bad, you think perhaps it would have been best for TV not to have been invented in the first place.
At 4 AM, nobody is awake. Unless you count alcoholics, angry loners, the unemployable, and me, who is worrying.
At 4 AM.