Morning is amazing on the playa. Early it's the quietest part of any day, just a low hubbub rising from the camps and roads. The sun, already brilliant, slants in under your shade structure to highlight the hallucinatory effects of your exhaustion. It's a good time to just sit and stare at things, a good time to be glad you brought a comfortable camp chair.
It's not long, though, till the activity picks up; the precious hours between now and, say, noon -- when it'll get too hot to do much -- are your best chance to work on costumes, your camp, or your art installation, tweak your instruments, get the dust out of the sensitive electronics, whatever.
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