“How far have you come?” - my first ride to the office

Tearing round the house as quietly as a could, I grabbed my carefully-prepared rucksack, remembering to throw in the pair of socks I forgot the day before yesterday, and disappeared out of the door. A clear, cool morning met me as I zipped through a town centre yet to rub the its eyes to greet the new day, and arrived on the platform with time to spare. Ironically, the train turned up at just the time I would like there to be one - in the middle of a half-hour-or-so gap in the timetable.