Those fleeting insights into other people’s lives…
Lights flicker over someone leaning on his spade, staring up as we pass. A family at dinner, glimpsed through undrawn curtains; a tantalising shadow on a blind as someone dons or discards their glad-rags.
I see long barren stretches of unlit fields, headlights threading through hedgerows and strafing the winter skies, smoke curling above cosy barges bobbing on the trackside canal, and planes winking slowly earthwards.
The train slows, brakes squeal, doors slam.
And, two stations before home, the greatest insight of all.
You, on the platform, in someone else’s arms.
All change then…
Well, got through November without plumbing the darkest depths, as I usually do, and now just two and a half more weeks before the days start getting longer… 🙂 I wonder when the WordPress snowflakes will start? Thanks as ever to Rochelle for leading the Friday Fictioneers onwards and upwards.