Bird-Feet

For Bird-Feet with a healthy portion of my love:

Stations are all alike; it doesn't matter if the lights cannot illuminate beyond their blurred halo, all of this is a setting you know by heart, with the odor of train that lingers even after all the trains have left, the special odor of stations after the last train has left. The lights of the station and the sentences you are reading seem to have the job of dissolving more than of indicating the things that surface from a veil of darkeness and fog. I have landed in this station for the first time in my life
--If on a winter's night a traveler