Lurking around the corner

by ferryflight

Sunday, I rose to walk the usual path that I took to school, but this time to catch a train.
I didn’t expect the train to come but it did, with its black fumes that charged into the sky and that frightening sound of metal on metal, scraping, pounding.

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Trains are humble now. Despite it’s size and the sound that it makes, it goes unnoticed here. Yet whenever I catch a glimpse of it speeding by, it’s like seeing something that civilisation wants to hide from you because of its hideousity, it’s like seeing something that is from another world, the old world. But there is beauty even in rusted metal. It’s a blessing that such old creatures are still around.

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