Heroes Not Zombies

In the winter time I’d walk to the railway station in the dark in the early morning and by the time I finished work I’d be retracing my steps along the same dark road.

Central and West Scotland is cold in winter. It’s often windy and very often wet. I’d wear a heavy waterproof coat with a hood and walk along with the hood half covering my eyes. All I could see was the road a few metres in front of me.

It would be easy to be uncomfortable and a bit miserable on a day like that but I noticed the colours of the lights reflecting on the wet road and so I stopped to take a photo.

I really like it, even now, years later. It’s like a painting and it takes me back to that moment instantly. I remember how common it was to walk like that in the cold wet winter weather and I remember the route I followed to work every day and suddenly once more it looks beautiful and brings me joy.

You know the old saying about there being no such thing as bad weather, just inappropriate clothing? Well, there’s something in that, but there was always another way to keep my spirits up….notice the world at my feet. It’s often more beautiful than you think.