Capítulo 3: The Autumn Lady
It was a warm september evening. The streets were sunny, as the summer hadn't
left completely, yet the slight breeze announced that the fall has already arrived. The train station was full with passengers, as always. Some of them were patiently waiting to get home, and some couldn't wait to face new adventures. Some were sad
to let their relatives go, and some were welcoming their guests with huge
enthusiasm. Loving couples couldn't help crying saying goodbye, and children
couldn't restrain their tears full of happiness hugging their parents after so much
time. The noise of rails was mixed with peoples' whispers and shouts of wardens.
And suddenly, somewhere in that chaos, appeared a young girl. She was wearing
white light sundress with wide sleeves which rippled with every gentle move of her
delicate body. Her perfume took over the unpleasant smell of fuel creating a picture
of blooming garden. Her eyes were shiny as the Sun and deep as ocean. Her little
nose was red because of heat and her lips - which seemed to be the petals of
embers - created a very heartwarming but mysterious smile on that cute childish
face. She got on the train, sat on her seat, put on the headphones and her favourite
music wrapped her soul. Abel Korzeniowski's "Table for two" perfectly
complemented the elegance of the train and the atmosphere inside it. Her white
dress was shining in fone of the brown interior, and her black waved hair was
flaunted under the warm september wind. The notes of music reached her soul and
suddenly her mind went went far away into the aesthetic walls of the train. She
wondered how lonely the trains are, they help people to find new friends, meet their
soulmates, return home, but they are always alone in the end of the trip. No one will
ever stop and say "thank you" to the train, just because it's considered to be an
inanimate object. But is it so? Don't trains have feelings? If no, then how do they
have that optimistic and motivating atmosphere?
Wrapped with those strange ideas, she didn't even realize that they had already
arrived. When she stepped out of the doors she threw her sad look into the salon
and felt the emptiness of the train, it seemed to cry alongside the music she was
listening to. She turned and hurried out of the station, and after a couple of minutes
she came back with five little and colorful flowers in one hand and a brown thread in
the other. She hurried down the stairs and even the beige heels didn't slow her
down. She ran into the train and one of the wardens started to cry out loudly. He
followed her and saw her tieing the flowers to the bars of the train. After finishing she
apologised politely and left. The warden was shocked, he felt something really
strange. There was absolutely no one in the train, but it wasn't empty anymore. He
looked at the girls, who almost left the station and realized that the train was now
filled with her endless store of bright nature.
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