I woke early before the dawn.
First train.
It’s quiet.
Beat the commuters.
I’m travelling.
Moving.
Through the Scottish countryside.
Through the minutes, hours.
The day.
Sun comes up.
Splits the clear blue winter sky.
Darkness slips away.
The day holds promise.
Purpose.
I press play and the music bursts from my headphones.
Final destination can wait.
Tonight there’ll be music, songs to sing and old friends.
We are travelling.
We are moving.
(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon
