The Quiet Invitation
In the quiet of the moment, two souls found rhythm
I was on my way home, sat in a warm carriage on the train which, for once, had been on time. Outside, darkness blanketed the countryside, broken only by the occasional glow of distant farmhouses or the fleeting flashes of station lights as we sped past. Small streaks of water slid across the window, catching the faint light, and scattering it like broken glass. The rhythmic hum of the train wheels against the track filled...
