winter day on the train to Stansted 



the train goes past the canal, grey tenements, the reservoirs with black ducks lying simetrically across the surface of the lead grey water, the green fields with traces of frost, the red brick railway bridges looking nearly as old as the hills.... and i get this powerful feeling of longing and belonging to this place where i wasn't born and where my accent and ways will forever give me away as a foreigner,

i love this island 

Posted: Mon - December 22, 2003 at 03:43 PM          

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