BloodyFive

Watching the trains pass tripping on the platform waiting in line steam rises from the tracks the snow is coming down hard now the sound of the approaching cabins and families the clammer of feet I see the doors open the crowd pushes past shoulder to shoulder foot to foot the urge to move has taken root she steps off slow eyes flash for a moment a slight smile no words to say I step off the platform feet finding firmness stow my bags watch as the platform fades behind a moment a snapshot I still have places to go.