I had been travelling for nearly six hours

And was aching for a coffee and a hot pastry

My train would stop at Station Three

For thirty minutes whilst the crews were changed

So I stretched my legs on the busy platform

The wind unlike the south was very cold

I soon returned to the train

It was then then that I noticed a girl

Wandering and looking into the carriage windows

As if she was looking for someone special

She was certainly not dressed for the weather

Wearing only a thin track suit top and scruffy jeans

When she reached my window she stopped

Bowing discreetly and then held up a copy of my latest book

The train started to move but the girl stayed still

I said that I would sign her book when I next visited her town

She smiled and blew a shy kiss and watched my train depart