229/366 [Stationary train]

The stations roll past the window. Some are bleak and grey without much shelter from the seeping cold which persists even when the sun shines. Others, closer to the city, are monuments to the solid building skills of the Victorian era with wide roofed verandahs and hard seated waiting rooms. There are few people waiting for this late morning train. It is different when I return with the home bound crowds, fighting for a seat, the winter darkness closing in. The stations unravel in reverse until I reach the one where I started, the station label telling me I’m almost home.


~ by korechronicles on August 16, 2008.

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