Morning Red Eyes

On my way to work this morning, I stand just ahead of Wimbledon Station’s platforms, trying to capture a moment of my early morning commute before the sun has risen.

The lighting casts a warm glow across the scene, which very much contrasts with how warm I feel. There’s a train on the platform, not going in my direction, but I think its lights are like glowing eyes—a bright contrast with the bold, but worn, red buffer stops.

Around me, other commuters wait patiently on platforms (and inside with me), bundled in winter coats and laden with rucksacks, each lost in their own morning routine. I do this most weeks, yet I recognise no faces among the people here.