There was a blog post back in October, November? (good luck finding it now) during a tough stretch of cloudy nights, where unexpected clear skies formed late in the evening, and I wrote about waiting to pick up guests from a hotel before tour and feeling a really special energy in the city. One that you could almost touch it felt so real, vibrant and tangible.
Last night felt the exact same way. I woke up from my daily three hour nap to almost entirely unexpected, practically clear skies, and I had an itch of not being able to wait to get going. 

Good thing I think...