Early mornings are the best time for unicycle rides — there’s no one awake yet to stare or joke or sing that bloody circus song, and the air is cool without being cold. Everything is asleep and you can glide by and watch the world wake up.
The air slowly fills with sound and people start to mill about, and you can shuttle off home with a sandwich in your bag and a great big space in your brain — all cleared out and ready to fill with ideas for the day.
Which I why I hate that I’m such a chronic over-sleeper.
