Last night, I found myself at an empty train station just past midnight. Not rushing. Not leaving. Just… observing.
The platform lights buzzed softly, casting long shadows on the ground. A vending machine blinked with no customers. Somewhere, far off, a dog barked and fell silent again.
I sat on a wooden bench, still warm from the day’s heat, and watched the clock tick slowly. The station was quiet, but not silent. There were soft sounds if you listened — the creak of metal, the hum of wires, the distant rattle of a goods train moving in the dark.
A man sweeping the floor gave me a tired smile. I nodded back.
That moment reminded me — not every journey needs movement.
Sometimes, just pausing is the journey.
Sometimes, stillness tells a story.
I didn’t catch a train that night.
But I left with a memory.
— The Memory Nomad
No comments:
Post a Comment