The day was cloudy, with great fleets of grey scudding across the sky reminding me of my time on the south coast. The scent of salt was in the air and there was the familiar sounds of the train station in the background.
I sniffed once with my eyes closed - absorbing the vibrant atmosphere. The Conductors whistles blasted thrice bringing back memories of childhood, my grandpa and the smell of travel.
Moving through the crowds I noticed an old man standing quietly by the wall. His hands were clasped over an old wooden cane, the wrinkles around his eyes hinting at a thousand stories. Our eyes met, we both knew that we were on the same level. That we both were taking it all in. We were both being transported back to memories, love, pain, fear, and hope for the future.
I bought a sandwich. It was alright I guess. read more