After a comfortable journey from Exeter something rather odd happened to me as I alighted from my train at Reading Station this morning

An incredible sunrise was in the process of breaking over the Pugin church

It was the most beautiful sunrise that I had ever seen

As I was taking photographs of the event I felt an unrewarded tear run down my cheek

It found no resolution and fell helplessly on to the chilly platform

In Perugia a nameless Italian girl remembered an incident that had occurred when she was just fifteen years old

She had been in England and was travelling to London from Oxford with a number of her school friends

As she passed through Reading she noticed the most beautiful of sunrises

A solitary tear fell from her eye and had run slowly over her porcelain skin

It had dropped without friction but became entangled in the lower waves of her flame red hair