4:30am in the city: the streets play stage to a somber and dispersed collection of delivery drivers, cabs, and cops. The actors are bleary eyed late shift workers and college students holding onto their last bit of happy drunken consciousness, the actors are the industrious employees starting the day very early. The sun isn’t quite ready to come up; it’s working its way there, still just a bit under the horizon. It’s soon to cast light on both the waste of debaucherous galas and the opportunity of a fresh day. 4:30am is when the city seems to take a breath. It’s when a not quite big city that can almost stay wide eyed, staring all day, blinks.