This morning, Patrick and I woke up early in Newmarket, and walked to our car by the Lamprey River. The mornings are different in small towns, which sounds like a cliche, I know. It is, in a way.
But the air was cool as we walked down to the river, and it was mostly quiet--not night time quiet but quiet. People were driving & walking to work, eating breakfast, getting coffee. People do the same things in Boston, but it's frenzied & unpleasant in that you can't tell if any of the people around you are happy with their lives.
I'm idealizing, of course, but there is a difference between waking up & moving through a city and waking up & moving through a small community like Newmarket.