Its cold out there, the poor daffodils.
On the train I read my book to a point where I leave the last chapter for the journey home.
I renew my pass once more and get ready for the
day at work.
At dinner time i buy a part for the car and
snowdrops for the garden!
And then it is time for home, time to finsh the story
time to finsih this journey
what a way to end
the small bright lamp of my star.
On the next train I write the last page note
And close the book. What will I read next?
And then I go to bed early. Tommorrow I have an early start….