Shared feeling on the train

I don't feel like listening to music this morning. Sometimes I crave a familiar track off a much loved album, but today, I just want to hear the wind through the trees. 

It feels quiet this morning, not so many people about. I've actually got a seat on the train and I look about and suited me have their heads in their hands and smartly dressed ladies look anxious. 

It's comforting to see that I'm not alone in the way that I feel. But I feel so bummed out that the weekend is over already and now the long slog through the week begins. I'm starting to count down the days again, like I used to when I was younger. It was the only thing I could cling to help me get through the week and it has started again. 

As soon as August is drawing to a close, that's it, I'm looking for something new. I simply cannot be here anymore...