As the sun continues to rise and I idle on the platform, a gaggle of geese descend in the field opposite. Grateful of the rest in their long migration they honk, calling in the stragglers. The noise is deafening.
I will be leaving this place soon and I suddenly realise I am like these geese. Moving through life, seeking the right place for the right time. My sadness at leaving dissipates with the realisation. I have so much to look forward to on this adventure called life.