The railway usually takes me to you but today you’re not there. You have left taking the stairs up above. You wanted to see the blue sky and the bright sun. You got tired of their reflection through the millions of pieces of glass and the unnatural light from the bulbs. You wanted to feel the heat straight from the sun. You got tired of the coldness of the iron railway and noisy train. You wanted silence and the sky’s warmth.
The sun still shines, the sky is still blue, the train still comes, the bulbs are lighten but there’s no one there. And everything’s still.
