This coincidental "couple" in a Dutch railway station has reminded me of the empty hours. Long idle waiting for something to happen, for somebody to come, for yourself to do something or simply for your transport. There is so much to love and hate about these waiting times. Time to kill, time to think, to remember and regret, to hope and dream. Listen to music, text message friends, write a few lines, make a mental note, check a newspaper, read a book. Then is the knowledge that eventually things spring into motion. Trains come, telephones ring, books finish, people die, rain stops, lovers leave, kids come home. We move on and little we think about this railway station stop and the people we inadvertently shared it with or the passing looks we got from other fellow travellers.
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