And in the morning...

At 3:30 yesterday morning I was rummaging through my laundry basket trying to decide if pink socks were disrespectful.

That's not the point.

The moon was a beautiful sliver with Venus hovering brilliantly above it.

That's not the point either.

On the way home a van full of strange Mediterranean men pulled alongside me to suggest some truly complicated things.

That's still not the point.

At 4:28am 8,000 people stopped chewing gum, stopped smoking, stopped sucking on takeaway coffee, stopped talking about how odd Stephanie's arse is, stopped chastising their children, stopped fiddling with their mobile phones and stood in absolute silence in the pre-dawn listening to a truly mournful bugle (oh, the pure misery of brass) and realised, if only for a minute, how lucky they are to be able to do any of that crap. I went home to bed and slept peacefully until it was time to go to work.

That's the point.