Waiting at Broxbourne

Broxbourne Station

Overnight from Singapore and waiting for an early train at Broxbourne in a watery sunrise. These trees have become good friends over the years, rustling leaves on a warm afternoon on the way to Japanese classes, more often, waiting in a bitterly cold wind returning from Cambridge, and this morning, listening to a conclave of local rooks discussing rook plans while the sun was rising and the moon was setting. The world just "is" - simple really.