The train tracks empty, they wait for someone to pass through their present. The lush summer trees, overgrown and sporadic obscure the brown rail. The sea breeze rocks the leaves like a swing back and forth until they land beside the track. On the water, far off in the distance, floats a lone sailor on his boat. The romantic fool heads back to land where he believes a woman to be waiting, wandering in the woods of memories. So he crosses from sea to land and arrives on the empty tracks soaked in his desire to remember once more.
