Late at night, dark, lonely.
Refreshing smell of recent rain.
Eerie yellow glow of streetlights.
Creepy, sleepy edge of town.
Deserted platform, cold and bleak.
People chatting outside station.
Does ticket machine take plastic?
Has train been cancelled? Will it be on time?
Waiting for a lift, waiting for a bus.
Taxis in a line, engines revving, diesel fumes smelling.
An evening with friends; drinks with colleagues; choir practice.
Late from work, finished evening class.
Suitcases, briefcases, handbags, rucksacks, carrier bags.
Talking on mobiles; can you pick me up?
Yes, I’m at the station; ten minutes, great.
Everyone going home.
You really evoked the feel of that waiting, moving energy.
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