Northbound

I saw her again today, though only fleetingly. I hadn't realised how close to home she was. She was alone this time and was different. She had a spark in her eye and looked lighter. It was cold, very cold, though she didn't seem to mind. She was wrapped up warm from head to toe but hadn't lost her elegance.

It was at this point that I suddenly realised all the significant things had happened on northbound journeys, never southbound, well not yet anyway.