15:23 TO HOLYHEAD

Andrew Bennett

Some clouds are pale, some gloomy. They fill
the sky, allowing today’s last beams of sunlight

to creep through – akin to luscious green fields
poking into view through the trees. The whirr of

the engine vivacious, the seats more comfortable
than remembered and the carriage emptier than

expected. Unkept shrubbery wraps the tracks, warm
autumn hues in full flourish. Houses proudly overlook

their inferiors. Terrain grows, widens – perpetuating the land
and sea divide. Humble farmhouses nestle comfortably in 

the trees. Woodland glows with greenery, sea surprisingly
glum and still. Infrastructure ascendingly more worn-out at

each station along – makes me feel less so. Flocks of sheep overlook
large stretches of empty land as they calmly graze – I long to feel

at ease like such.