It’s 6:45 AM, and I’m on the front porch, drinking my coffee as the sky in the east turns pink, and slowly the golden sun peeks over the horizon. Cars whir by on the highway at the end of the block, their headlights a blur, and the sunrise is mostly hidden by the garish Chili’s restaurant sign. I take a deep breath and the exhaust fumes burn my lungs. I hear no…