How many times I have to take this train alone?

Standing at platform of railway station of my town, looking toward the direction that my train will come from, I find this is an old station.

No train is coming yet, it's a lonely railway, a long line expanding to the end of my view sight. Closing eyes, I turned my face off the sunshine, then I feel my back was covered by sunny sun and I was wrapped by warmth. I forgot myself.

I love winter trees, those gray plant breathe in silence and neglect.

boston common park