Botanic Station glows in the rain. The drizzle that day wasn’t quite falling; it was hovering - coating every surface in soft silver. Platforms reflect like mirrors when it rains, one of my favourite things to paint.

The station buzzed with student life - sketchbooks, laptops, takeaway cups, half-awake conversations. A man leaned against a pillar reading a book that looked heavier than him. I loved him instantly. 

A robin hopped beside my easel. Ivy glistened. Rain has its own quiet biodiversity. 

A young woman told me she structures her entire university day using the Journey Planner. “It keeps my brain less scrambled,” she laughed. I painted her mid-stride, coat swinging. 

Planning our journeys, like painting, can sometimes be the thing that steadies the mind. 

The rain lifted for a moment, and the station lit up. Rainlight - my favourite kind. 

Botanic reminded me how every Translink journey, even a short train ride, Metro hop or Glider journey, holds small worlds worth noticing.