The current of clouds flowed above in a stream of darkness on top of the deep violet vignette's of sky.
In opposition of this, a defiant sickle of moonlight joined the scattered street lamps.
Their small chorus of light illuminated the early morning for the wanderers .
It is a quiet time, before the Sun gives breathe to life.
Before dawn, serenity walks all the winding ways.
Eternity lives within these moments.