The Lower Octagon

It was 7:00am, and the Lower Octagon in Dunedin had a quiet charm about it. The soft glow of the streetlights lingered as the first hints of daylight stretched across the sky and reflected off the nearby historic buildings. Their ornate facades standing in peaceful contrast to the usually bustling nightlife. It was a fleeting moment of stillness as the city awoke from its slumber, for yet another busy day.