Hello at 4am USA time

Up at 4am.

Silence in the room I am sleeping in. Surrounded by paintings, books, my things here and there, that haven't been put away yet. The drapes will be opened later, but in the meantime, can't see the darkness outside. The cat hasn't come in, he seems to not be curious about me sleeping here.
A CAR....I heard one go by now, at 4am in the morning.
The street where I lived as a child, when the traffic wasn't very strong ever. It was a house on the main road where tumbleweeds blew by, almost in the countryside. It's sort of "cowboy-land" out here, in the plants and some of the music on the radio, and food that you find in Mexican restaurants and the easy-going life. It really is interesting, so different from European culture.
Anyhow, writing and sitting here, perhaps it really is time to get back to bed. In Italy it is 7pm and here I am still needing to live the day they have already lived back in Italy.
Time to take another try at sleeping.
Still quiet outside, a car every so often.
Good night and good morning everyone here and there.
Will turn off this desk light and the one lighting up the room. I hear another car, it's 4:30 now. People are getting up or going to bed?
Saying goodby to anyone following me at this hour. No one this time in California I hope. But maybe in Italy where it is daytime and almost evening.