| Travelling fast
Bye bye. I wave at friends on the platform as the train leaves the station. I wave one more time in the air, to be sure. The sun is shining and it has almost stopped raining. At home sitting in a chair I look at the raindrops and the leaves on the trees, almost yellow, getting ready for undocking, falling away. It feels as if I am in a train again, the world speeding past, a few yellowing trees, blue sky, clouds, - If I would take a mirror and stare at my face, I would be able to follow the lines, creases on my face, railroad lines to a distant oven. |