All Hallows
Stranded in M. Never heard of the place. I leave the station into the cool autumn night, all the lights on the canal softened in the fog. Walking with no direction, expecting a hotel will turn up at some point. Rather than bothered by the expense and inconvenience I find myself filled with a sense of beauty. I can't see the town, for all I know it's horrendous. That building across the road looks quite forbidding, perhaps it's a prison. But there is silence, fog, fallen leaves. Not a soul around, no one knows I'm here. Even I don't know where I am. I am elsewhere, as through some uncanny portal. It is wonderful.