Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Dawn at Union Station

If a train station is where a train stops, what's a workstation?
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Winter's dawn breaks above the cloud banks billowing over the lake, just as our train passes the water tower that announces in large letters that we've arrived in T-O-R-O-N-T-O. Ten minutes later, we pull into the grand old dame, Union Station, and the sun is on its tiptoes trying to break through her nightly secrets. All but one of the commuters rush on their way to appointed workstations, unheeding her mystery.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

".... the sun is on its tiptoes trying to break through her nightly secrets" - it was quite lovely to read this just before signing off on the computer before bed - makes me look forward to the ever earlier dawn - after a joyous bed.

todays word IS: Targymn