tales from an ordinary world

2002-11-28

The location stays the same, it's just the shops that change. I haven't been here in years, but I remember the cold nights, sunny days, meals eaten with others, times when the future looked completely different to me. Simpler times. RIght now I'm waiting for someone, wondering exactly what I'm doing here, but using the opportunity to reminisce while I watch flocks of after-work train-takers as they make their way out of the station. Traffic banks up as trains cross the road. Evening shoppers stroll by - plastic bags, six-packs and lazy conversation with their spouses. Beep, and I'm gone.