Joe’s been doing this for years, as far back as he can remember. But he still sets his alarm for 3 AM, and is out of the house within a half an hour. The street is always dark, but in the summer he can just see a little light in the sky.
His 4 block walk to the bakery is not lonely, most of the time he a few stray cats walk a bit with him. And all the local cops on the morning watch know him by name.
After turning on the lights, he fired up the oven, then checked on the bread dough the night shift left to rise. ‘Great everything is good again.’ So now to wash down the counter tops once more. As Joe’s helpers began to arrive it’s time to start the coffee.
Soon the aroma of baking bread filled the air, and soon customers would be waiting at the counter for a fresh loaf or two. And it would mean Joe’s day was half over, and time for a break, maybe sampling some of today’s output. And by noon his day would be over.