I do love travelling and quite often whilst in St Pancras, I take the time to watch my fellow travellers. It could be the writer in me, but I always end up imaging a story for them. In this case, someone going home, lost in thought, or sad, or just tired, the possibilities are endless. I often end up late or in a rush because of this habit. Black and white in St Pancras Train Station, London.
I like to create stories in my head of travelers, too. I imagine where they’re going, where they’ve come from, who’s waiting for them on the other end. And then I get brought back to reality by one of my kids asking for money for overpriced airport food. 🙂
Carrie, I have so been there! What a rude awakening to be brought back into the real world. 😉
You and me both, Susan… only I do it wherever I can! Sitting outside on a warm sunny day, outside a shopping centre for example, watching folk idly pass by – if only they knew what I could see what they were up to! Hehehe. I like having a vivid imagination!
snap – we share a similar post Susan though your interior brings out the storyteller best
Laura, great minds eh? Thanks! I have to go and check yours out! 🙂