A Visit to the Railway Station (Rewritten) It was cold. Not only on the outside, but to his heart.

He was the only figure on the horizon, but that was because it was very early dawn and theres no way a railway station would be crowded at that kind of time. He was here to see off his friend who was leaving the city that morning, and only made it just in time. In his opinion, there's no better scene when the sun breaks on the horizon with its waves of light from the clouds, just as the train pulls up with its clouds of steam, and even today he couldnt help smiling as it happened. He hurried forward, rubbing his sleep-ridden eyes, and said good bye to his friend, but his friend just smiled as the train started to move, because you really cant make yourself heard with the train bellowing. The train started to pick up speed and movement, moving steadily further away, slowing down slightly as it was climbing a small hill. Soon the train was just another streak in the distance, easily mistakable for the waves of light from the clouds.