sylvari

It's a lovely, cloudy morning here. They say Vegas never closes but that is not really true. About 4 am things get quiet, the flow of taxis slows to barely a trickle and the music that blares from every doorway is finally turned down to a predawn whisper. Two hours later and the business activity begins. Deliveries, buses bringing people to work. More home-like familiar sounds. Yet the Vegas most people think about won't really be in swing for about 3 more hours at least. I like this time of day as the city moves from the hush and the mountains to the illusion of a normal city. Make no mistake kids, the real illusion here are those hours when this place acts and seems like any other city in the country. It's not a normal city. It's heat and excess and indulgance and mesmerizing in it's slice of humanity.