Light drifts in and out of the frosted pane
of the carriage door and decorative glass.
Casting shadows amongst the prim and proper
of the very upper middle class.
Shifting skirts causes draughts
bringing  a pleasant relief just for a second.
Causing havoc, cool air beckoned
to come forward but is sent packing.
The sun burns a face to a freckled frenzy
as though sunburnt under a sieve.
Beauty spots claiming places on faces
on the rich finding somewhere better to live.
Their sunshine journey.