Anticipation…
The train is late. Not problematically so,For whilst I am going somewhere it is nowhere fast.Huddled in my coat as thousands have done on this platform I reflect,On journeys I have made starting here,And coming home from adventures.The rails are singing,A train is approaching.
Until next time, more soon…
I read this and it makes me reflect on how lucky we are to be creatives. Some would curse the lack of the train.Yet you can tap into feelings of nostalgia with your thoughts.
ReplyDeleteNot even old nostalgia in this case Iain. Only the last ten years or so, living in North Wales…
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