new day

I wish it was still raining. The sound is so peaceful that it sets my mind at ease and lets me drift away in one of those dreamless sleeps that have become a habit lately. Sleep that I need so badly to be able to see things in perspective.


new day
the song
of a blackbird

blessed

"It's my last one, I really need it back. I already lost four pens today on tourists." In her over-sized black uniform the stern and elderly lady in front of me looks more like a member of the Salvation Army than a volunteer with the Welsh Talyllyn Railway.
Fifteen minutes later I drop the questionnaire in a glass box (curly letters say Thank You for Taking A Ride With Us Today!) and go look for her on the main platform. When I hand her back her pen she gives me the broadest smile I have ever seen.
"Bless you!", she says.


departing train
waiving back at people
I don´t know

change

Sometimes fate takes an uncontrollable turn and that's that. Period.
It's the kind of fate that lets you function more or less OK in daytime, but haunts you relentlessly during the endless hours of the night with the thought if you could have seen it coming.


midnight
the staircase's
lone lightbulb