The 12.09 train from Crewe to Glasgow

Autumn cast upon the leaves of the trees amongst the forest, as if a deep orange fire had seeped across the country, contrasting with the vibrant green of the grass. As I sat upon the passenger seat on the train I gazed out upon the blurry scenery whizzing past at 100 miles per hour as the train proceeded towards it's destination. The cabin had a strong aroma of coffee as the ticket man approached each passenger with a friendly smile and formal attire. A couple of hours passed and snow escaped from the clouds in the sky. Everything once colourful was now hidden beneath a blanket of pure white.