4:21

There is an exact time when a spring morning in Minnesota starts. The time is 4:21. 4:21 is when birds start to chirp, the sounds of cars are heard, and the trees start to rustle in the wind.

I have woken up every morning at 4:21 for the last week.

4:21 is the most reflective time in the world. I can think of everything and anything. Any emotion that is possible can happen at 4:21. You can be angry with the birds calling to eachother, or you can view it as them calling to you. You can be cooled by the wind or frightened by the trees rustling, the wind howling. You can be reminded of other happenings, sad or happy, at previous 4:21's, perhaps you were sleeping or in a intertwined with a loved one. 4:21 can be the most dull moment in your lifetime, the point is; this is when the day decides to wake up. I advise you to try it. Lay in bed with 4:21. Lay in bed with the birds and the trees and the wind and the cars. Lay with your thoughts, deep or shallow as they may be.

4:21 is the time where any thought is acceptable. Even the things that are always the wrong things to be thinking about. 4:21 is the only right time to be thinking of things you believe you don't have an excuse or reason to recall. I always think of the wrong people and things at the wrong time, but the minute between 4:20 to 4:22, it's always alright. I've decided 4:21 is the only time I will let my guard down, the only time to give my gun away.