Spirals of time

An ashen face and tried eyes, swollen with the weight of un-shed tears gaze at the winding track, now overgrown by weeds.

In her minds eye she can see the spirals of smoke announcing the arrival of a much awaited train.

She can feel white droplets of dancing mist caress her face.

Her eyes keep searching for that familiar face, the love of her life.

Raven black hair have turned to snowy white- a lifetime of waiting.