Golden time in Munich

As the sun dipped behind the skyline of Munich, the railway yard came alive in a glow of golden light. Standing by the tracks, I watched as the red regional trains lined up in silence, while a sleek white ICE train slid quietly into the station—a beautiful contrast of motion and stillness, tradition and modernity. The fading sunlight reflected off the steel rails, weaving a glowing path toward the horizon, framed by the city's modern architecture. It was one of those fleeting moments that made the everyday—trains, tracks, buildings—feel poetic. Earlier that day, I stood beneath the majestic ceiling of the St. Michael's Church. The intricate sculptures, the towering crucifix, and the gilded altar radiated a calm reverence. It was a space that seemed to stop time, pulling me into centuries of history, faith, and artistry. From quiet reflection in sacred halls to the dynamic pulse of a city on the move, Munich gave me a day I won't soon forget.