Triple aces glow on my clock's face.

A full moon hangs against Prussian blue;

Tangled in stillness,

Like a butterfly caught in a web.

It's almost cool enough to sleep

Tons of steel slow dance on silver threads

While the train meanders through vacant streets valleys.

The Whistle sounding like the mournful cry of a lonely dragon.

The train fades, disappearing into grass-covered corridors.

It's so quiet I can hear the night breathe.

Inhaling. Exhaling. Inaudible sounds.

Dandelion seeds parachuting to the Earth's surface.

It is the loneliest, quietest time of day.

My favorite time of day.