She sways. Left then right,left then right. Shoulders nuzzling, crammed bags and dingy floor. Thoughts racing in the head, all wanting to win. The moving train heading to the destination – nostalgia.
Exactly two years, someone breezed into her life. And as quickly turned into a storm and now all that remains is the calm. It was neither a blank space nor a void. It was still, calm. Like a river after a flood; like the sun shining after a thunderstorm.
The breeze hits her face and she snaps back to the moment. Destination nostalgia has arrived.