One day I was walking across the old Hungerford Bridge in London, UK. This bridge was on old pedestrian boardwalk that connected South and North London, crossing the River Thames. It ran alongside a huge railway bridge that brought trains into Charing Cross station. Walking alongside, the sound was awe inspiring , and you could look into the carriages and watch the passengers. On this day, I was looking at the commuters and I suddenly saw myself, sitting, reading a newspaper in the middle carriage of a blue electric train. I stopped in amazement, and watched as the train passed, moving towards the station. Suddenly, it lifted off the tracks, soared high over the station, turned and flew away, east, following the route of the Thames toward the sea. I went home and recorded Another Day. It was finished by dawn. It was anything but...another day.