Here's a short comic about getting up at the most ungodly hour imaginable and going to work. For those of you who don't know, I live and work on my family's dairy farm. I am not a morning person and I can't stand the cold, so this period of time from three in the morning till about quarter to four is the absolute worst semi-daily experience I have ever endured.
I wanted to give the reader a sense of loneliness. There is absolutely no one awake, and with our neighbors being further away than most people you feel pretty isolated at that hour. This is why I excluded any dialog or sound because it is tremendously quiet. It's also dark. Really dark. The rural area lacks much for street lights save the one at the end of our driveway. But you can see the stars forever, so there are some nice benefits.