The avenging angel was at euston station. A warning. I haven't seen him since the winter. Dressed in layers of white with a red tie and red hush puppies, he stands and watches and waits. Today I spoke to him. A brief salute and a bow which pleased him. His wizened apple face stared into mine with the greenest citrine eyes of a young boy. Then he jutted his chin and smiled into himself, shrugging his white matting higher up his shoulder. He turned back to surveying the people that wash past him....he was still smiling as I dragged my suitcase down the steps.