railway station – Helen Glynn Jones

It was a hot Melbourne day, the kind where the air is heavy and damp before 9am, holding the city hostage until a cool change blows in from the west. I was waiting for a train at one of the red brick rail stations so ubiquitous in the inner city, federation bungalows and Victorian housesContinue reading “An Observation, Part 5 – A Glimpse of Snow”