22Feb/080
Station
The winter sun barely penetrates the cloud cover. Although milder than in recent weeks waiting passengers are still wrapped in warm coats and scarves; not quite trusting the tender introduction of spring. Their chatter is interspersed with birdsong that tells a different story. A train stops and swallows the crowd. Quiet descends again on the little station.
A few latecomers arrive sleepy-eyed. Glances at the electronic announcement board paired with checks of watches. People slowly space out along the platform, stoically avoiding each other, as to stake their territory.
On the opposite platform my train arrives and I am accelerating towards my destination.
