It was a cold night of November when I found myself on the lonely platform of this quiet train station, the only person in this lost town. I must say it wasn’t a night like any other, it was a night of November. On the cold bench I sat, and paid attention to the haze my breath made only to be dissolved in space. The moon was so great that November was the happiest to be its host. It was the light to my steps so many to come.
Slowly approaching I saw the light, once so small, taking over the darkness once so comprehensive. The sound that followed was a thousand thunders, and the wind blew my hair as far as it could reach. As the train stopped I choose a door and ran thouards it, like a child for its first ride with the mechanical snake.
People tired of their trip, lighted a cigaret and wispered old songs, while amused by the sight November offered in this town never to be seen again.
I found a seat which made me comfortable as I sat by the window only to glance at the world outside so far now, and going so fast. As I was slowly rocking from left to right when came to my vision an old lady that was sitting in front of me. I took a minute to look around my compartment to see drunks sleeping with their dreams on the outside ravishing my sight, while outside the moon was caressing the fields, and the shadows of the trees were touching my face, I woke up from the dream...., when my companion introduced herself. Her name didn’t remind me of anything but her white hair told me I was riding farther than the train will take me.
She told me, it was like yesterday when it all happened, and I said to myself that my heart couldn’t have been younger than hers. The time when she was like no other, the time spring was not just a season and fall not an end. Time when the future was not as far as it is now., and then she told me about the people in the parks that now only rush through, because today they are late. Yesterday wasn’t gone and tomorrow was nothing more than a day away, she told me.