I finished reading Shadow of the Wind

On the train home from Glasgow in the dark

The sun shone all day. First, we tried to find

Queen Street station, on George Square. Hearing talk

From my colleague about the angels: ‘Look!’

I saw four buxom goddesses of love

Made of stone, holding up buildings. We walk

Away from love, from those girls up above

In the cold morning air, senses removed

Showing the boobs that no hearts beat behind

Got places to go, people to see, work

(In this case, tax talk.) Northward the train drove

Through green fields, orange hills, blue skies, a kind

Vision of Scotland, beautiful and stark

This picture was taken this morning in Glasgow, while waiting for the train north to Cumbernauld for a meeting.