And there I was sitting in the cold waiting for my city-bound train to arrive on platform number one in Hornsby. No I don’t have a car. Yet! So there I was waiting for my train to arrive on a dry but very cold and windy night. The kind of night you feel good company or an engrossing fiction helps more than being battered in the winter chill. I sat on the edge of one of those metal platform benches. On the other end of the same bence was a guy — his face turned away in anticipation of a train. I probably assumed there but I think I was right. Yes we were both looking down the railway tracks as far as we could see… the floroscence glow from the low overbridge lights in the distance lit the tracks in places. It was cold indeed. Soon I heard a little murmur! A burly gentleman inquiring about the trains to one of the railway cleaners…. two consecutive trains had been cancelled! Customers are going to be a little irate for sure and it was a Saturday night! Cold and misty. About 3 degrees C!
Soon enough this same old gentleman was standing right in front of me…he was obviouly waiting for the eye contact and just as I looked up:
