Time after time

Once, I went to the railwaystation. It had been a while the last time I was in there and I was a bit strange. These days I like long nights and peaceful evenings, but what I saw was the opposite. I saw a man in a suit running to catch his train and I saw a couple kissing each other like they went away for a long time. And there were a lot of people crawling everywhere like little ants…The railwaystation has something magic to me: when I was a little girl, I often went by train with my parents, to see my grand-parents. Those days, we couldn’t afford a car. I still remember myself sitting on the red bank while I was half sleeping. The color yellow will always remind me of the indication signs to see wich train on wich platform…

Today I really felt I wanted to go back in time. I wanted to be again the little girl, take my dad’s hand and the eyes of my mother always on my shoulders. My grandparents are gone a long time now, and meanwhile I have my own car and rarely take the train. I also left my own ‘railwaystations’, like my study in the north of the Netherlands. After that study, I took my ‘train’ to Amsterdam because I wanted to study French. I lived together for a couple of years, but I always felt my train had to move on. I said goodbye, took my things and headed for hapiness towards the south. It would almost be the loneliest trip I ever made, but I got compagny aling the way. And guess what? I think I’m gonna stay here. Gare Terminus.