Well, not written on here in a long time. I’ll try to visit more often. Anywho, want to know the latest part of my adventures? Ok, then I’ll begin…
Sunday morning arrived. I woke early to find the sun pouring through the gaps in the dark velvet curtains. This was a real summer morning.
After breakfast (none too exciting mind), I readied myself for a journey to the capital. Sheffield train station can be a beautiful place early on a bright summer day, with it’s cascading walls of water and rushing fountains. Mixed with today’s crisp air and new born heat, it makes you appreciate what it is you’re leaving.
The journey to London was longer than usual today on account of some extra stops; I assume it’s a Sunday thing. While this may bother some people, it does afford me more time to reside in my own little piece of bliss. Nothing compares to stealing a few hours on a train. Particularly on a beautiful sunny day, seeing the vast land sprawl out right in front of your eyes is an overlooked pleasure. Britain holds some little secrets that only reveal themselves on days like this. Cows and sheep all hiding together under a footbridge from the morning heat, some wandering by the river where the ripples sparkle. Canal boats crossing underneath the railway bridge, I can’t help but wonder what riches today holds for them and where they’re headed; what sights they’ll take in as they quietly pass through the countryside.
In the endless, glorious fields you can just about see the shadows of a thousand stories that have gone before, returning not to haunt but to reminisce. The knowledgable trees that have hosted picnics for new lovers, the flowers that got picked, the ones that didn’t, the ones that live for the sun. Sprawling green fields where a girl once skipped barefoot in a summer dress…
