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October 1, 2007
Itís a cool, steel grey morning in the capital. The bright red glow of train signals further down the track emerge in sharp relief from the muted monotone backdrop of buildings and track stretching away into the distance. Here on the train people bury themselves in newspapers and paperbacks or listen to their iPods, wrapped up a little more securely than in recent months. The cold weather isnít upon us just yet but the misty damp day is a reminder that it wonít be long before weíll all be making our early sojourns to work under the cover of darkness.