Saturdays I get up at 4:15 and I want to tell you about the ten minutes between my house and the bakery because it's the best part of my week and nobody's ever awake to see it. Nothing is open. The streetlights are still on but the sky has started, that navy that isn't quite a color yet. There's one truck at the light on Beaver Street and neither of us needs to be at that light, we're both just following a rule for…