The train brays softly in early morning; it’s whistle muted by the driving rain on the rooftops. It it is running 3 minutes late today, but I wonder if I’m the only one who will ever know. The dogs have surrendered once again to sleep, their enthusiasm for the 2am walk dashed by wet paws and swelling puddles. The Christmas tree glows so beautifully this time of day, it makes my little spot in this world feel all the warmer, somehow more like home.
The whistle is sounding again…still 3 minutes late. Pouring rain, snores and snuffs are my soundtrack.