Magical hours

There is something truly magical about this time of the morning, between about 3 and 5am, when most of our part of the world is deep in slumber. Some say this is when the veil is the thinnest, that wisp that separates us from all of the answers of the Universe. Some feel this is when we are closest to those who have left this world before us. What questions would you ask? These are the hours many of our ancestors sat in meditation. Others used this time to express themselves creatively through painting or writing. What do you do with this time between your first and second sleep? Do you lie in bed grumbling at the hour? Or embrace the quiet opportunity to converse with Nature/Universe/God/yourself?