It was one of those sad day opon so many others. You take a train. Don't want to leave but you have to. The train drive you back to a place you know and don't want to be. The tears come up, try to hide them but its too late.
Thanks Alessandro, I really appreciate your words. Seem that you could feel the emotions, sadness, "détresse". I am touch by your words. -Lake: It's a field. With the blur it's true that it's not easy to say. I know the place so well, it's still cold and rainy and i'm not welcome there anymore. The wind turned against me. It's now getting warmer here after a long long ride in a Rollercoster. The sun shine again but i still go there sometimes, in my mind. Souvenirs.... Thx Joey
A wonderful picture. It really moves me - it's a feeling similar to the one you described in the last sentence you wrote, "the tears come up". It is so blurry and shaken, but full of emotion. Outside it is cold and wet, maybe november, you sit in a train, alone, or with other people but you don't bother and you are still alone. Inside it is warm and humid - but you can feel the coldness from outside, the gelid water of the lake (is it a lake?), moved by a steady wind. Where will the train stop? You know the place? Will it bring comfort and warmth, a person you love? Or will it stop in the icy mist?
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