There's something about 2am that makes everything feel possible. The notifications stop. The calendar goes dark. It's just me and whatever I'm building - no meetings, no context-switching, just pure focus. The laptop glowing in the dark room, tea going cold on the desk.
I think better in the dark. Not because it's quieter - it's the same room, same desk, same everything. But at 2am the world stops expecting things from you. No one's waiting on a reply. No one's checking if you're online. You can think a thought all the way to the end without someone interrupting it halfway through.
The city is asleep. I'm wide awake. And this is when the real work happens - the kind that doesn't fit in a calendar block or a standup update. The kind you can only do when nobody's watching.