Everybody's Friendly at Dawn

I’m an early riser, not entirely by choice (as discussed in previous posts and evident by the time stamps of my various ramblings), and I’ve noticed something interesting about the world that early in the morning.

Everybody’s friendly.

Well, alright, it might be a bit much to say that “everybody” is friendly that early in the morning but if you happen to be out and about in the wee, small hours of the morning, there’s a certain camaraderie shared with most everyone else you meet at that time. I specifically noticed this yesterday morning on my way to my hair appointment (thanks for noticing, by the way).

As I was leaving my neighborhood, there were mutual head nods and smiles exchanged with a friendly bicycler and “good mornings” shared with random folk milling about East Lansing taking care of their early errands.

Then, of course, there was the one stiff “hello” from one woman out walking her dog on campus who looked rather like she’d stepped in something her canine had just done. She’s the exception to the “everybody,” I suppose. Not everyone’s naturally friendly, not even at dawn.