DARK & COLD:
Even the owls have frozen hoots & the fat star that hung in last night’s
sky is hidden by cloud. Fetch jugs of water! Scrape the ice from
windscreens & set motors running to warm cars for runs to early
destinations. Autumn put on a fabulous show yesterday, responding to a
sea of black & greys. Faces buried into cellphone screens, wires wormed
into the ears, no one looking out the window at the song of light
dancing in the trees & soon they’ll be naked. Eye’s avert as everyone
reverts to an island, not looking out, but in, not experiencing the world,
but fortifying against it. What dance of light will be ignored today as
we ride another early train into the city of dreams, living in tomorrow
when today is offering such fabulous stories freely.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
You’re right! I used to catch the train every weekday from Scarborough to York and always enjoyed looking out at the countryside. Saw a group of deer standing in a field once (in broad daylight) and it made my day!!
Spider’s web frosted and tenuous, hanging Scottish mist, bronzed sparkly trees, rays of bright sun, all from the train window. Beautiful.