Think about everything that happens on a train over decades.
Thousands of people boarding and deboarding.
Doctors, artists, midwives, nuns.
Everyone using the same space. The same seats and aisles.
Yet, separated by time.
Years of carrying delicate souls.
Years of carrying feelings, emotions, life.
Sentiments that fuse into the skin of the train.
Sensations that teach how to live.
It must have groaned.
It must have sorrowed.
It must have felt the end approaching.
Its final stop.
But the legacy will endure.
The knowledge will remain on the tracks.
The youth will learn from the past.
The future will be bright.