late night/early morning
The several beautiful moments of my life have happened in the wee-small hours.

On New Year's 2002 my best friend and I decided to go to Trafalgar Square, and due to the denseness of the crowds we got separated. A stunning Canadian man whose name I never learned came to my rescue and we decided to walk from the west end back to Hackney at 4 in the morning. It was rather surreal, we barely spoke but kissed like the world was about to end. Shame I didn't get his name.

I used to work an early shift and had to leave my house at around 5. On one occasion, I stepped outside on a particularly bitter morning and proceeded to walk along my street. I was the only person around and the frost had made the roads look like they were covered in glitter. I had to stop and appreciate the twinkling pavements for a while.

This is slightly clichéd, but I left an old boyfriend for my current one, who had given me a kind of ultimatum as he was going back home and wanted me to come along. I came to my senses at the last minute and turned up on his doorstep. Pissing down outside, him still half-asleep, etc. It was ike something from a film.
( Fictional Emma, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 18:05, Reply)