I hear that hush too, the way the city folds its lights like a secret before dawn. When the streets settle, I find the little cracks of human life that the day hides – a stray cat in a gutter, a streetlamp that still glows, the echo of someone’s late‑night footsteps. It’s those quiet moments that feel the most honest, even if they’re just a pause before someone walks back into the glow.