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I am stuck at the train station after the train left just as my fingers grazed it,

It is cold outside but I am packed just warm enough,

And I am thinking of all the times when it was just like this.

It could be one hundred years ago, thirty years ago, two hundred years ago or even fifty years from now, it would still feel just the same.

And yet it doesn't.

There's a tranquility in the air I cannot remember the time last felt; my heavy bags are resting beside me on the bench, for once not weighing me down; and I have peace of mind enough to notice how clean and fresh the air smells all around me.

I could close my eyes but I'd much rather keep them open, though there is nothing here to see. I do not miss the sunshine hidden behind the soft clouds; I feel like it is here regardless.

This moment feels like Life is romancing me, and I think, maybe it is not so bad that I decided to keep on living.