the train ticket says midnight but you have nowhere else to go and you’ve already seen it all. a thousand miles from home, here you are in trance state watching the trains come and go, the whistles blowing by. you are in no rush and the train station platform is a prime people watching place. you chat up the friendly folks on the bench next to you and add more scribbles to your sketchbook. you examine the architecture and admire the aged patina and your mind starts spinning thinking about dynasties and nature. you marvel at the clock designs, lattice windows, and intricate handiwork on fading flower tiles then fall in love with a local artist on display. the snack options are hip and tasty (so many collabs) and they even have a non alcoholic dark brew on tap! you go for the spicy peanuts, always. the breeze lofts in all sorts of overwhelming smells: engine fuel, fried food from the stalls, personal perfumes, hints of floral, summer saturation. so many roads, so many trains, by now you know they all lead to the same destination. you’ve learned how to sit peacefully and wait. nothing to do, no one but be. with commotion bustling all around you, there is stillness in your heart and you finally reach that space of silence and clarity. you hear a familiar sound, faint at first, but it grows louder and louder until your whole body is singing its song in unison. it calls you all aboard — we’ll see you at midnight, love 😘