This is an ode to my ghost train day.
Minus degrees outside.
The odd unidentifiable shadow running past in the corridor.
Unknown time of arrival.
Questionable whether a destination even existed.
Strategies for survival formed.
A total of 9 hours.
It was really very brilliant (no sarcasm).
And of course, I took pictures.
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