Tonight the trains that weren't stopping at the station seemed to be moving a bit faster - or was it that the station was stuck in some sort of slowness bubble where everything that stopped there went even slower?
Slow train coming in. Slow going over the bridge. Slow at each and every stop. Slow. Slow. Slow.
Okay, it doesn't even seem like a real word anymore - slow.
Maybe it was because tonight was the coldest night of the season so far and all I wanted to do was to be home. Inside. Warm.
Well, 2 out of 3 isn't bad - and once the woodstove comes up to temperature, we'll be toasty warm all night.