The train stopped; the conductor announced over the system that it’s the end of the line.
The passengers alight; there are those who rush and there are those who wait until the crowd has gone.
Still on my seat, I watch; I wait as the train empties and the space reveals itself in the absence of presence.
As I stand when the last of us are just about getting out of the train, I pause again to take in the emptiness.
It’s the end of the line; I’ve gone through it all. There’s nothing else to wait for; it’s time to set off.
Flipped Serendipity 