girl on the platform writes sideways, words streaming away from her mouth.
we leave by dark. Dead ferris wheel looms in the distance, underlit.
outer suburbs. Lights in the distance, occasional tail-lights as a car moves out, away from here.
red flash of a crossing, erased by the low whirr of a passing train. Morning light is coming, slowly.
colours are still muted; occasional patches of green grass, and everything else.
a chestnut-brown bull looks at our passing train and licks his lips.
(originally posted to twitter).