Parkland Walk (South)

So I wandered down the narrow path, following the course of the old railway line- and it was strange and fascinating, a victorian spirit, a tap on the shoulder from a walker- a friend, she said, I thought to myself, I know this girl. I was looking at the seahorses on silver and so we wandered by the arches for a while, and then I got distracted so she left and after I while of staring at colour, I walked the line, between the two platforms, with overgrown moss and amongst autumn leaves and puddles and the overcast sky and ten thousand colours. Just another (un)usual saturday