Train Ride The rattling sound of the train, the fume, the fuss, hundreds line up to meet their own. Cold wind softly touches my cheeks as chills run through my spine. I crave for togetherness and warmth to kill my lonesomeness. Steps are small, steps are big, it seems like years. All I have is sweet memories that I cherish. As I relax and close my eyes, I hear siren, Siren and whistling of the unknown train. Destination seems to be approaching for I feel like an unguided missile, my inner self seems weak. The smell of fall and the color change, is all I see, awakens me from my deep sleep.