A perversion of the pharse crack of dawn, the butt crack of dawn is way so damn early in the morning that no sane person would be up unless they were forced at gunpoint to do so.

Ah, sweet Pittsburgh memories ... one night I pulled an all-nighter at CMU, hacking on my pet LambdaMOO which happened to be on the other side of the pond.

At about 0600 I decided that I was tired (hosed even) and walked home - this was about a one hour walk, but I needed to cool my brain.
Almost home, on Beechwood Boulevard, I noticed a patch of violet flowers, sprinkled with dew. For some reason, that patch of flowers looked unusually bright and saturated.
I definitely felt the scales falling from my eyes, and stared at the flowers for a good five minutes, all but keeping from falling face-forward into them.
They did not smell, it was just the color (probably enhanced by the butt crack of dawn light) and the freshness.

Having met the numinous, I arrived home and crashed on my ground level futon.

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