Platform 1 (Southbound)

There's something I like about a train station of an evening, when the sky is turning dark teal-blue and the lights bless the platform with warm, synthetic gold. It glows here and across the way, on the other side, where the people congregate and buzz like flies. The numbers on the clock and the train's destinations tick over in that same orange-gold, and the sky grows bluer still. Ink blue. Deep sea documentary blue. My hands are cold and the wait is long and time goes slow but there's something I like about being on the platform. And when the train finally comes, I don't want to go.