Heartache

Isn't this a lovely rose? Got some serious depth of field going on.

So this week I've been doing summer school and whilst I was on the metro contemplating life I wrote this for one of my other blogs. I called it:

Journey

There’s a specific time in the morning, where there’s an unspoken rule about the time. It’s 7:50 am and to most people that’s an unimaginable time to be awake, some people haven’t been awake at this time in years.

For others it’s the end of their night, if they have been on night shift then it’s a relief. Finally on the train home after a long night at where ever they work. A hospital or a care home maybe. Or even something as mundane as a 24 hour supermarket. Everyone’s story is different and most peoples you can try and guess. Which is all part of the fun of being awake and having to travel an hour on the train at 7:50 am.

For example, there might be someone on with a uniform. A lanyard tends to give things away, or a badge. Sometimes you even have glimpses of a tshirt of polo that you recognise the colours. Or maybe a tie.

Others have more interesting stories, I mean if you’re not going to work or coming home from work what else are you doing? Well, those older students individuals amongst us will be going to early lectures or even private schools who start early that the standard 9:15.

But the unspoken rule of this time in the morning is the fact that none us want to be awake at this time. As we all awkwardly sit on checkered seats reading today’s local newspaper or listening to slow music because it’s too early for dubstep, we all realise that it’s just too early for all this.


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