sun rises over
the still racecourse:
Some mornings, I catch the train from Avondale Train Station, which overlooks Avondale Racecourse. The racecourse, which doubles as a rugby field, is quite run down, but early in the morning, when the sun rises over it (or, at least, when it did, a couple of months ago), it’s strangely peaceful and magnetic. I often turn to look at it, and, when I do, I feel an almost immediate biological reaction, where my body relaxes. I notice other people turn to look at it too; I’m obviously not the only one taken by it.