At first glance I wasn't able to distinguish anything, and the motion blur almost made me nauseated. So I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly while focusing on the seat in front of me.
I tried looking outside once again, and this time I could tell what it was that I was looking at... the sides of skyscrapers and other buildings. We were crossing a city and it was a big one by the looks of it. I spent the next five minutes trying to recognize any of the buildings that passed us by, but it was a vain attempt to know my current whereabouts.
I looked up to see how low the sun was, but the sky was cloudy and threatened rain, so I couldn't tell if it was two in the afternoon or six.
We started slowing down as the first drops of rain hit my window, and it wasn't long before it started pouring. It was then that we stopped under a glass dome, to which the rain gave a feel of being on the inside of an aquarium. A soft, womanly voice had just announced our arrival on the stations speakers, and started listing the upcoming stops. Unfortunately that was when the masses started moving along the platform feeling it with the usual noise of bags on wheels, mindless chatter, pets, some mother yelling at her kids and the always present baby cry.
The cement platform bustled with life of all shapes and sizes. Some running while looking at their watch, others simply strolling lazily or even sitting down one of the wooden benches, probably waiting for their train to come. The sweet smell of bread being baked caught me by surprise, and that was when I noticed the small bakery outside the window. It had no doors you could see, people just passed through the brick pillars that were arranged into small doorways. Inside you could see a big round balcony where various people fought for the attention of one of the two employees.
The door to my car opened and people starting boarding, but I didn't pay attention, as something else had caught my eye. On one of the pillars there was an old clock, like a small antique you would normally see at a museum. Its hands indicated it was near four o'clock...
I tried looking outside once again, and this time I could tell what it was that I was looking at... the sides of skyscrapers and other buildings. We were crossing a city and it was a big one by the looks of it. I spent the next five minutes trying to recognize any of the buildings that passed us by, but it was a vain attempt to know my current whereabouts.
I looked up to see how low the sun was, but the sky was cloudy and threatened rain, so I couldn't tell if it was two in the afternoon or six.
We started slowing down as the first drops of rain hit my window, and it wasn't long before it started pouring. It was then that we stopped under a glass dome, to which the rain gave a feel of being on the inside of an aquarium. A soft, womanly voice had just announced our arrival on the stations speakers, and started listing the upcoming stops. Unfortunately that was when the masses started moving along the platform feeling it with the usual noise of bags on wheels, mindless chatter, pets, some mother yelling at her kids and the always present baby cry.
The cement platform bustled with life of all shapes and sizes. Some running while looking at their watch, others simply strolling lazily or even sitting down one of the wooden benches, probably waiting for their train to come. The sweet smell of bread being baked caught me by surprise, and that was when I noticed the small bakery outside the window. It had no doors you could see, people just passed through the brick pillars that were arranged into small doorways. Inside you could see a big round balcony where various people fought for the attention of one of the two employees.
The door to my car opened and people starting boarding, but I didn't pay attention, as something else had caught my eye. On one of the pillars there was an old clock, like a small antique you would normally see at a museum. Its hands indicated it was near four o'clock...
Again and again I checked its hands but it was unmistakable, it had been four hours since I had first boarded.
The train restarted its movement, but it wasn't moving in reverse like I assumed, which meant this wasn't its final stop. According to the schedule, my ride would've taken about four hours to its last stop... so where was I going now?
The train restarted its movement, but it wasn't moving in reverse like I assumed, which meant this wasn't its final stop. According to the schedule, my ride would've taken about four hours to its last stop... so where was I going now?
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