I like going out alone at night. It’s quiet. And, there’s a much better chance of this happening than going out in the early morning. Because as much as I like that, too, I’m just not a morning person. I’ve somehow always found time for the night.
Even Korea, a dense slab of concrete and people, has its quiet moments. I imagine out in the country, a nighttime stroll on a pitch-black, streetlight-less road could be downright scary. In a good way. In that “we always think we know, even if deep down we don’t know, and that scares us, so we pretend we do know when really, we don’t. But right now, I really don’t know” sort of way.