London Tubes in Winter...

We walk the roads...sprayed with the dry autumn leaves...some orange, some brown, some a pale black.
It's the wind that distracts...my lips a wee bit numb, and the tip of my nose, a faint tribute to Rudolph...
Jokes apart...it's nippy...a little too nippy for comfort.
We get into the train compartments...cars, as they are called...nicely thawed...welcoming the break from the naughty wind...
And then we zip past buildings, turrets, lone trees, walls...into the deepest tunnels...ah! the tunnels, they've got stories to tell!
The cars are packed...till the doors shut forcefully, and you are trapped in your woollens between tall Englishmen, in their woollens...there is the busy rustle of the newspaper, the exciting turning of the pages of a Harry Potter book, the whiff of an Elizabeth Arden from somewhere in the crowd...Swiss Cottage...Baker Street...Westminster...London Bridge...it zips past them all...
Till I reach the Thames...the wind again! Will I make it through my first winter or the arrival of it, in London?
Only time will tell.