The Dawn of the Day ....

...... stepping off the bus this morning in the half-light next to the bombed out church. The sky had a very eeery feel to it. Must have been something about the mixture of street lights turning off, headlights still on and the sun waking up.
The tower stood, guarding the ruined, roofless atrium, tall and defiant. Its clock remaining suspended in time at the moment when the bombs hit. The street was quieter than it would have been at midday back in 1944 but it provided me with my only moment of contemplation of the day until this one !!!