The Autumn Lady

It was a warm september evening. The streets were sunny, as the summer hadn't

left completely, yet the slight breeze announced that the fall has already arrived. The train station was full with passengers, as always. Some of them were patiently waiting to get home, and some couldn't wait to face new adventures. Some were sad

to let their relatives go, and some were welcoming their guests with huge

enthusiasm. Loving couples couldn't help crying saying goodbye, and children

couldn't restrain their tears full of happiness hugging their parents after so much

time. The noise of rails was mixed with peoples' whispers and shouts of wardens.

And suddenly, somewhere in that chaos, appeared a young girl. She was wearing

white light sundress with wide sleeves which rippled with every gentle move of her

delicate body. Her perfume took over the unpleasant smell of fuel creating a picture

of blooming garden. Her eyes were shiny as the Sun and deep as ocean. Her little

nose was red because of heat and her lips - which seemed to be the petals of

embers - created a very heartwarming but mysterious smile on that cute childish

face. She got on the train, sat on her seat, put on the headphones and her favourite

music wrapped her soul. Abel Korzeniowski's "Table for two" perfectly

complemented the elegance of the train and the atmosphere inside it. Her white

dress was shining in fone of the brown interior, and her black waved hair was

flaunted under the warm september wind. The notes of music reached her soul and

suddenly her mind went went far away into the aesthetic walls of the train. She

wondered how lonely the trains are, they help people to find new friends, meet their

soulmates, return home, but they are always alone in the end of the trip. No one will

ever stop and say "thank you" to the train, just because it's considered to be an

inanimate object. But is it so? Don't trains have feelings? If no, then how do they

have that optimistic and motivating atmosphere?

Wrapped with those strange ideas, she didn't even realize that they had already

arrived. When she stepped out of the doors she threw her sad look into the salon

and felt the emptiness of the train, it seemed to cry alongside the music she was

listening to. She turned and hurried out of the station, and after a couple of minutes

she came back with five little and colorful flowers in one hand and a brown thread in

the other. She hurried down the stairs and even the beige heels didn't slow her

down. She ran into the train and one of the wardens started to cry out loudly. He

followed her and saw her tieing the flowers to the bars of the train. After finishing she

apologised politely and left. The warden was shocked, he felt something really

strange. There was absolutely no one in the train, but it wasn't empty anymore. He

looked at the girls, who almost left the station and realized that the train was now

filled with her endless store of bright nature.