In the pre-dawn hours a solitary figure occupies the window seat of this Collins Street Melbourne McDonalds and has his breakfast.

I've deliberately preserved all of the foreground (and the reflections of the window sign on some of the tables) to keep the main subject (relatively) small to emphasise the sense of emptiness and isolation. Though before I encourage you to feel too sorry for the guy I suppose it's worth bearing in mind that here's me, one seat behind, doing exactly the same thing.

Well, except that I had my 40D for company, so that's different.