North Bound

it's 9.40am
and the sun's spilling
over platform 5a
at nottingham station.
the station's relatively empty,
almost as empty as the sky
in fact
where the clouds are absent
and the only thing visible is
pale blue.
the minty flavour of my chewing gum
pierces my nostrils
and stings my tongue
as i wait in the cold
and the low temperature
pinches my skin
despite the sun's presence.
a small spider paces up the wall
of the waiting room
occasionally dangling from it's web
as it makes it's journey
across the concrete.
i have 6 hours left of mine.
across steel railways
and stopping at places
i may never step foot in.
a dozen holiday's worth
in one sitting.