Lime Street at Night

I don't know why Lime Street at night makes me feel so whimsical.

The reflection of golden lights on the ceiling glass against a twilight canvas.

It looks like unique shooting stars smiling into the dome.

Maybe its the quiet, the calm after the storming day, a lazy evening with the hum and whistle of motors to send you to sleep.

Maybe it's the endless adventure, the possibility that are of these trains could take me somewhere, anywhere amazing.

But I always take the same routine.

The same journeys home.