Time Lord’s

I peek out of window from behind the blinds. We have stopped at a station some where in Poland. People stand on platform 3 looking down the track waiting for their train. It looks cold and bleak outside makingit feel like a 50s black and white movie. Tower blocks line the skyline in the distance that seem to go on forever and makes me think its a large city, Warsaw maybe? Crossing time zones or not, who know what time it is outside on platform 3. I feel locked away from the outside world in my rolling bedroom.