i really love the nights when i fall asleep on the couch and wake up in the early morning. around 3 am there is a brief, deep calm in the neighborhood until out of nowhere, this throbbing mechanical and pressure-driven behemoth sounds it's call.
i always go to the window wondering what it is then through the haze of dust clouding the air like an old picture see the street-sweeper making it's way down the seymour st. granville off-ramp, the sound constant and pulsing at the same time as drive and sweep systems wail. it moves by alone, as though everything stops in it's presence. then it slips away and the 'hood goes quiet again for a respectful moment before a car goes by or a passer-by curses at their demons.
it's very surreal moment.