As dawn comes later each day I’m further along my journey to London before I leave the dark behind and the day begins. One day it’s Grately, a few days later it’s Andover before the gray gives way to light. Later in the year, I’ll be at Basingstoke before there’s enough light to see by. I had a dream where I went slowly blind as the train approached London and then I wandered around the platform in a dark fog before getting back on board. My vision slowly returns but isn’t completely restored until the guard announces my home station.