Before moving to England, I’d only experienced London as a tourist, taking in its sights and cosmopolitan charms with glee. So when I first found myself occasionally commuting into London for work, it was exciting, the novelty of an adventure living abroad taking hold.
Five years later, though, I recognize that the reality of commuting into London is much less glamorous. It means waking before dawn, tip-toeing around the house, and blow drying my hair in the reflection of the back door so that I don’t wake my sleeping family. In the winter, it’s still dark as my train journey begins, the sun barely even breaking the horizon. It means crowded tube journeys where my face is literally pressed into a stranger’s armpit. And it means racing along the platform to catch the train home, only to find that the seats are full and I’m left to stand for the hour’s journey home.
But while I’d happily live without most of the journey, there are sometimes moments that make me stop and smile and appreciate the world around me. The other morning as I stepped off the train and onto the platform, the most stunning golden glow greeted me, basking the platform in its warm and hopeful light.
I stopped for a moment to take in the scene and feel the rays of sunshine as they reached far into the darkness of the station. I took a few deep breaths and reminded myself that even on bad days, there is always one good thing. And then I followed my fellow travellers toward the light and the rest of my day.
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Please continue around our little blog circle to find out how Laura caught the light through her lens this month.
traveling to Inverness for lunch and a stroll along the River Ness
enjoying the bright and sunny afternoon by visiting the Culloden Battlefield and soaking in Scottish history
standing on the roof of the car to photograph the sunset over the mountains + the most beautiful moon I’ve seen in ages, low and glowing in the sky as wisps of clouds float by