When I left work yesterday, I caught the Underground downtown to purchase some coffee for the weekend (the mere thought of a coffeless weekend is unbearable, isn’t it?).
It’s only a couple of stops between my office and ‘Jernbanetorget Station’ (which translates into something like ‘Railway Station Square’), so it’s a short ride. The strange thing is that although it was a clear afternoon as I entered the carriage, five minutes later, upon leaving the train, I was met by a rather thick wall of fog.
Standing on the seaside of the main railway station, I watched the commuters hurrying for their trains back home. And in the fog this scene came to life.
Isn’t it something nostalgic about this picture? I get a certain ‘old times’ feeling when I watch it. Somehow, it reminds me of scenes from a long past time, with fewer people on the streets, and hardly any vehicles at all.
About a month ago, I was on my way to work early on a foggy morning. Realizing how the mist was living a life of its own, restlessly producing a continuum of quirky scenes, I stayed a while near the bottom of the steps leading to the underground station, trying to document the events as they unfolded. I´ve previously written a word or two about it