This morning I got to the train station extra early, because I wanted to take a much earlier train.
As I got to the rail station trestle I couldn't help but notice the moon shining away in the pre-dawn sky.
It was so beautiful that I had to stop and take a picture. Sadly the picture can't do justice to the moment.
The air was so crisp, and still. There was a special quiet too, the heavy, thick of early morning, only slightly disturbed by the shuffling and rushing footfalls of people making their way over to the platform.
There's a sort of poetry, or maybe singing the world around us makes if we stop and listen for it.