Every day is worth living for this woman alone. And waiting until 5:45 in the afternoon is just the same, because no matter how often you see her, you’re always left with the need for more. Every late afternoon at 5:45, anticipated is the moment when she will walk serenely through the entrance of the station, from darkness into the light as her pale, satin like skin reflects as if she were an Angel in disguise. Her ash blonde hair full of strength, styled in a pony tail with a silk reflection to further portray the perfection of her seamless beauty. Her figure does however leave a lot to the imagination as only a pure angel concealed would, as rarely does she give any glimpse of her pale rich flesh, by symbolically covering herself up with her corduroy olive green winter coat – dull not at all the slightest, but instead elegant and complimentary to her enchanting nature. Even the way she sits on the train, ensuing upon the same window seat every late afternoon, pulling out the latest issue of a certain gossip magazine while at the same time on occasion also listening to her I Pod – if only I could be the music whispering into her ears just how beautiful she is and how greatly she could be loved. You think you’ve seen every kind of smile there is to see, but her smile leaves the perfect of impressions on you when she smiles at her utmost. And you know it’s her utmost, because dimples rise to her curvaceous cheeks. Granted if only you were the one to which she arose such a smile for, would no other person in your place feel of such worth in her sublime presence. The train journey continues rather uneventfully as the tired filled 5:45pm train from ‘Dover Priory to London Victoria’ would, but for me, her beautiful sight does not fail to wake even the heart of the most blind-cast of men. I am grateful for the 30 minutes I am given to see such a queen among the ordinary as when she alights at her stop prior to mine, my thirst for beauty arises and anticipates already the new day to come to when I can be hopeful of seeing the ‘angel with no apparent name’ again, in the same pale satin like skin whether rain or shine, in the same elegant coat whether wintry or warm, but anticipating most of all, is knowing that her beauty will remain undiminished and as mirrored to perfection as the day before. Yes, every day is worth waking up to, so you can merely bare witness and rejoice to the fact; you saw ‘the lady on a train’.