I woke up at three o'clock in the morning and saw the moon shining through my bedroom blinds. I raised the blinds so that I could watch it, huge and falling (morbidly) near the horizon.
I listened to Chopin's "Funeral March" at work. It's really a beautiful piece of music.
As I walked home from work in the dark, I hummed "The Well of Souls" from Raiders of the Lost Ark. The wind whipped around me as if I were a powerful, lost artifact.