One of the benefits of getting the train from Sheffield to Liverpool is the beautiful views of the Peak District that I don’t pay enough attention to.
Winter is coming, consequently, it’s just the right time to see the sunrise:
copper bronze dashed across the sky
blots and streaks of morning’s blue
a speck of an aeroplane drifted lazily
the buildings of flats and industry were silhouetted
brick chimneys thrust industrially upward
we arrived in Manchester.