Railways, real and model; reading, films, computing, cooking, photography, pets...and generally trying to make the world just a little better, mammoth task as this may be...
A tenement, a dirty street / Walked and worn by shoeless feet / Inside it's long and so complete / Watched by a shivering sun / Old eyes in a small child's face / Watching as the shadows race / Through walls and cracks and leave no trace / And daylight's brightness shuns