I like the sound my case makes as the concrete changes to wood. How the curves in the grain go on living as nature intended they should.
I like how phones become useless all eyes fixed to the matrix board. “On time” and “cancelled” at the flick of a switch controlling the mesmerised horde.
The wrought iron steps that my dad would climb at the end of every shift. They still remain and I see him smile in memories now, but such a gift.
Coffee and flowers fill the air with their unmistakable blend of perfume. Whatever the weather is outside this place can erase the gloom.
This is where I come to feel close to you, a place where you’ve never been. Where my journey began on platform one, a journey that now feels like a dream.