There was a chill in the autumn air as I walked over the bridge. It was very late at night, and night buses had sprung into action. A canvas of blackness filled the twilight. The night sky is how I came to my brightest ideas. It is the most exquisite period, active with natural energy and a melody for the senses. For a moment, I felt as if I could feel it vibrating, whispering in a way far too intelligent for the ears to hear. People were either too asleep or wide awake, hearing the echoes of the night. In the distance, a rumble grew louder, disrupting my thoughts. I turned my vision to the right and saw this disruption, a strong glaring white light coming towards me with all its weary might: A train, struggling along the tracks, illuminated the surroundings and carried sleepy passengers home. Like the moon shining, it shone its heavy headlights that sliced the darkness. How considerate it must be to lend a hand to the stranded. Like stars that sparkle, the midnight train brought glory and hope to people around the city. Whenever I travelled late, I knew it would accompany me. Dotted around the darkness glimmered jewel-like signals of red, amber, and hues of blues.

And as I walked on this bridge, it took me back to my younger years. I would spend hours here, watching the trains go by until my mum would drag me away, reminding me that we lived behind a railway line. Right now, it was the London Overground line heading towards Watford. My ears were familiar with the distinct sounds these trains produced: The whishing, chugging, and screeching notes on a song sheet. My fascination stopped me, and I stood, watching this midnight train come at me. In this instant, I breathed its combustion and let the train pass through my soul. It left me feeling alone, surrounded by the silhouette of trees. I did not mind though, as I was planning my destiny with TFL.

Red rubies highlighted the skyscraper that worked during the day to make housing for the community. One day, I thought I would also buy a place along a train track to reminisce on days gone by. Like the grand old Kodak chimney far in the background, I’d stand splendidly. This black canvas is my home, and the gleaming lights created a nostalgic painting of memories taken and destinations yet to be explored.