a fleeting ripple

The train sways lightly from side to side as it approaches the station. First, there are only two sets of tracks, then they multiply to become many, and then more. At last, it stops at the station, a bit above the pavement. People take a big step down, swaying side to side as they try to find their balance with their heavy luggages in their hands. Some are more practiced, and with lighter bags, they brace themselves before the step. Then, others step up into the train. They s

The arrival of fall is marked by raindrops on the windows and yellow leaves on the streets. It’s a beautiful sight. Those weathered brown brick houses, trees caught in-between with both green and yellow leaves, rain giving everything a slick shine. Sometimes the sun will show its face through the dark clouds overhead and paint everything in an etherial gold. In the house, the smell of ginger and cinnamon hangs, mingling with stale coffee. Remnants of a long, dragged out break

Even on a Friday night, it is quiet. Not a single person has passed from the street in hours, one by one the last dredges of light disappear from the neighbours’ windows. The dim streetlights do little to lift the darkness, even the three-storey houses are reaching into the sky. It is not quite the suburbs, yet it is far away enough from the city that the only noise comes from the church nearby; ringing its bells every quarter hour. It’s a gentle fall evening and the weather