Holmfirth, West Yorkshire, UK
Fly Like a Swallow
I like train journeys. But it's not always the most comfortable way to travel, depending on how crowded the train is, and if the air conditioning is working—cool but not too cold.
And I have to be in the right frame of mind to receive the gift of arriving at a new place. The anticipation makes me nervous especially if it is somewhere I have not visited before.
All along the journey I look out of the window at the constantly changing scene: towns turning to countryside, a glimpse of a small back garden, a cat on the cut by a road bridge. Then there's the switch when we go through a tunnel, that moment when the lights come on and the darkness turns the window into a mirror and there I am staring at myself or at least, my inverted self, that reflection of the person I recognise as me—until we burst through into daylight—leaving the dark hollow.
follow our tracks
a window of light