'Their train glided into the suburb stop just as they reached the station and they boarded it together, and ten minutes before it was due to arrive at the junction, they went to the door and stood ready to jump off if it did not stop; but it did, just as the moon, restored to its full splendor, sprang from a cloud and flooded the clearing with light. As they stepped off, the sage grass was shivering gently in shades of silver and the clinkers under their feet glittered with a fresh black light. The treetops, fencing the junction like the protecting wall of a garden, were darker than the sky which was hung with gigantic white clouds illuminated like lanterns.'
From 'The Artificial Nigger' to be found in the 'Complete Stories' of Flannery O'Connor
Does it not remind you of noticing the details when you have been away from home?