It’s quite cold but that’s to be expected since it’s snowing heavily outside on a somewhat dreamy Saturday, still though, the sun is managing to peek through illuminating the ground despite it not melting the snow The train you’re in has very few people, all minding their own business, as you look outside, the passing imagery of towns viewed from the train shifts to a village you’re visiting, for some reason you feel a little melancholic

The train comes to a halt after a while and you finally get off, the snow is still coming down and the ground is covered in atleast 12 inches of it, as you look at the empty station, you can see the condensation coming out of your mouth, the scenery of this small cosy town is almost rose tinted as if it’s something you saw in a dream from long ago, a longing feeling almost

You hear a soft panting and look to your left to see in the distance a young girl cycling through the snow up a hill, down the hill you see the small town illuminated by lights though it’s still day

The girl has a letter in hand making you think she’s going to the post office opposite the train station

She’s a pretty girl, she’s black haired wearing a scarf around her neck, her lips are red and her cheeks rosy, she’s wearing a black coat but a grey checkered skirt, she’s got some white leg warmers on and is riding a simple grey cheap looking cycle up the hill

She rides past you and as she does the looks at you for a second, you must be a strange sight to this local girl, you’re a foreigner with only one bag set on the floor at an empty train station, the 17 year old looking girl makes eye contact with you though her eyes are simple and grey they seem to hold a lot more behind them and somehow you seem to spend hours staring at her in just that second alone as she silently cycles

A moment later she leaves the post office wrapping the scarf around her jaw taking a brief look at you again