Do you remember …? I’m tempted to ask the glossy-haired young woman reflected in the train’s window across the aisle from me, her clear eyes aglow with life; skin smooth.
But I turn away with a sardonic smile. …to journey through my own recollections of what used to be.
Pulling into the station I take a lingering glance at the window across the aisle before alighting onto the platform.
The train’s softly lit interior had turned back time, reflecting the remnants of my youth… not this watery-eyed reality with grey-spattered hair and a crow’s feet road map.
But I turn away with a sardonic smile. …to journey through my own recollections of what used to be.
Pulling into the station I take a lingering glance at the window across the aisle before alighting onto the platform.
The train’s softly lit interior had turned back time, reflecting the remnants of my youth… not this watery-eyed reality with grey-spattered hair and a crow’s feet road map.
