The value of work proved itself to me again yesterday. At a time when more than ever face a life without the self worth and myriad physiological benefits of arriving home a little tired and a little cold. They are the benefits to have not £48 pounds a week.
I slept more soundly and woke to find the clouds have lifted. The moon was glowing this morning as the lazy dawn heaved the sun into the sky.
There was a girl (there often is) she was pale and cold and searching for her platform. Her mild anxiety suited her face. She has dark dark brown hair and that emphasised her parlour. The cold station air makes her beautiful eyes water and despite the ear muffs I can’t help thinking there is something profound in her tears.
Blue sky’s metallic clouds and the moon