Meeting people – especially beloved people – at train stations is one of my most treasured things to do. It’s so immediate, with none of the airport’s current “security” silliness: seeing (and hearing and feeling) the train arrive, searching through the ensuing crowd for that face you want to see, and seeing the smile that makes the rest of the world disappear when your eyes meet. So many happy reunions, so many tearful goodbyes – train stations must be full of so much residual human emotion. Maybe that’s why they’re so magical.
Source: The Daddy Train — ellemef