thirsty pigeon

Part of my 30 day November blogathon challenge.

I recently took a train journey up to Manchester. An early morning train through the just waking British countryside, the sun bathing the carriage in a golden light. I spent the 2 hours immersed in a book, occasionally pausing to stare out of the window.

When I reached Manchester, I was in a sort of reverie, a state of heightened attention, and so sat for a while amidst all of the passengers rushing to get off the train.

In that moment, I saw a pigeon, amongst the blur of feet, gently hopping around and pausing to take a sip of water that was inbetween a set of cracked tiles.

And I burst out in a huge grin, and took my time getting off the train.