The whole of the opening to Dylan Thomas' Under Milk Wood gives me goosebumps, but this passage in particular. I have always loved seeing cities, towns, villages in the middle of the night when the streets are empty. The solitude of it. This encapsulates that feeling for me.
"Only your eyes are unclosed to see the black and folded town fast, and slow, asleep.
And you alone can hear the invisible starfall, the darkest-before- dawn minutely dewgrazed stir of the black, dab-filled sea where the Arethusa, the Curlew and the Skylark, Zanzibar, Rhiannon, the Rover, the Cormorant, and the Star of Wales tilt and ride.
Listen. It is night moving in the streets, the processional salt slow musical wind in Coronation Street and Cockle Row, it is the grass growing on Llareggub Hill, dewfall, starfall, the sleep of birds in Milk Wood"