Journey

The clock rings at 6:58 during the weekdays, T sets it, which is very nice, as I can have a lazy sleep in weekend.
The 7:33 train is always urgent for me to catch up, cycles fast with tears come out together with wind pass by my face. I can't believe that I can make all this happen with half an hour. Washing, eating, dressing, and cycling! I did it, sometime, it cost me 7 minutes to station by bike and rush into the train.
The journey are always beautiful, it is always a journey of thinking. A lot of things to think, life like a dream, maybe it is still a little bit difficult to believe that I am in England and I work in London. In fact most of time, I don't know what I am thinking, just let my mind run freely in the past and future about sorrow and happy.
Anyway, I like this journey most of time, find a seat by the window, hold a book in hand, but looking out the changing view pass by the window. It is green, narrow, open, etc. it likes a river that ship passengers between London and North towns. I must say, I don't like the time in tube, too deep underground, but it is convenient for everyone.
People are always most interesting in the world, you see the same group of people at station every day at the same time, but we never talk with each other, you remember there is a lady with hybrid baby get on the train nearly every day at Potters bar, you see a man get off from Oakeyland every morning with serious expression. You will see a beggar sit in the passage from Vauxhall tube to Vauxhall rail, people rush down and upfrom rail platform into tube platform.
You saw people eating at Finsbury park station, you see the queue before Vauxhall station fruit shop, even the old man begin to remember you and say hello.
Passing by you, you passing by them and place… Life is going on with amazing feeling, even the unhappy if you are strong enough to face it.
About 8:58, I am in office.