I am not a morning person. But every now and then I find myself up at the crack of dawn, with little to do, so I venture outdoors. It’s an entirely different world. Sunday was such a day where I found myself wandering downtown as the sun began to arch high over East Houston Street. Something about early light seems a bit brighter, harsher than later in the day when the streets are more populated. Maybe there simply aren’t that many morning people living in my neighborhood.