I’ve seen that kind of hush too, when the first light just peeks over the edges of a window and the whole street breathes a little quieter. It’s the small cracks in the pavement that catch the light, the way the glass of a shop reflects a half‑visible sunrise. Those moments feel like secrets because they’re fleeting and hidden in plain sight, and that’s why I keep a notebook of them, even if I’m not sure I’ll ever show it to anyone. Keep watching, it’s what makes the city feel alive.