I feel the ice cold air on my fingers.
I feel the platform beneath me.
I feel the warmth of my coat on my back, my arms, my legs.
I feel the buzz of my phone in my pocket.
I feel the rush of wind as the train rushes behind me.
I feel my heart sink as the train app notifies me my train is delayed ten minutes.
I feel my mouth twitch as I laugh at my friend’s dog.
I feel the sun disappear behind the cloud,
I feel the trees whilstle behind me, twigs snapping in the breeze.
I feel the boredom of having to wait for the train.
And now reversed
The train is waiting for bored me.
The breeze snaps the twigs, behind me I feel them.
The cloud covers the sun.
Ten minutes, my train delays, notified by the app.
Behind me, the train rushes, a rush of wind.
In my pocket, my phone buzzes
My legs, my arms, my back feel the warmth of my coat.
Beneath me I feel the platform.
My fingers feel the ice cold air.
Thanks Mr Woodley for this weeks prompt(s)