Grief brought winter rain to the city where his mother lied in peace.
She boarded the train with the intention of giving comforting hugs and perhaps running some errands to help.
To their surprise, she also brought the weather with her. Warm sun broke off the chill hanging in the crisp air.
They both journeyed half life to be in that exact moment when their hearts finally embraced on that railway station platform.
“Life is the train and not the station” – Paulo Coelho