Train stations are universally foggy and dark, at least in my head

They are also universally a place of adventure (which is awesome) and goodbyes (which is not). I still remember when i was in bucharest, during a goodbye of my own i was watching another, as photographers are wont to do. It was a couple, and on their final kiss before he left, as he was leaning out of the train, the train door closed on his noggit. Oh, did I laugh. I still do.
They are also universally a place of adventure (which is awesome) and goodbyes (which is not). I still remember when i was in bucharest, during a goodbye of my own i was watching another, as photographers are wont to do. It was a couple, and on their final kiss before he left, as he was leaning out of the train, the train door closed on his noggit. Oh, did I laugh. I still do.

Deja-vu

Eventually, after a serious snowfall the guys who are supposed to clean the roads remember to drop by my neck of the woods. Of course, until them i have to trudge through inordinate amounts of snow, but I understand that it's part of the fun. To think that last time this year, when I saw this much snow it was a life event *snorts* snows what I know.
Eventually, after a serious snowfall the guys who are supposed to clean the roads remember to drop by my neck of the woods. Of course, until them i have to trudge through inordinate amounts of snow, but I understand that it’s part of the fun. To think that last time this year, when I saw this much snow it was a life event *snorts* snows what I know.