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Yesterday's sun rising over Wivenhoe and the woods. There is a train track over the river, running through the trees, along the opposite bank, mostly only visible at night, when you see the lights in the compartments. One night last week, for the first time, I saw a train coming from each direction, two lighted snakes heading straight for each other. Of course, somewhere inside I knew that there were two tracks, but without full consciousness of what I was doing, I held my breath, watching them slow down and then safely pass just at the centrepoint of my vision.