The End of Winter, Part 1

Image by Luiz Muñoz Parcero

The Overground train heads into West London, gathering surly commuters along the way. I spot a white tent alongside a busy highway, hidden amongst brambles and trees. Whoever sleeps there has to contend with England's soggy winter ground.

The sun shines through our carriage, casting our shadows against the embankments.

I get off at Camden Road and walk down the high street towards work. By a stoplight, a garbage truck goes by. I imagine a child in my arms, and when the both of us wave goodbye at the truck the two men inside smile and their day is changed.