here’s something about the dawn hours that lends itself to a sense of camaraderie. A feeling of freshness and invigoration envelops me in the hushed stillness of a slumbering Brooklyn, especially after the late partying the night before. I make my way to our rendezvous, our designated meeting point for our neighborhood group, and spy one friend already waiting. When the rest gather, we all look like kids in camp woken up early for a color-war breakout, bleary-eyed but elated. We’ve done this before and we wouldn’t ever give it up, not even for another few hours of sweet sleep.