Journal Entry (17/11/1998)
The forty minutes daylight I have time for.
Today it is below freezing. The sheep next to the platform were very still. Some standing, some lying down. They were widely scattered today (sometimes they bunch up). You’d have thought they would have huddled together today, it being so cold. But they are sheep.
For me in this frame of mind, writing and train travel have an affinity. The train is a stillness before the public dictated rush of my days’ work. Writing makes demands of time, slowing thought, concentrating and distending duration.