In the quietness of small towns

Wandering along the stone roads amid acient houses, sometimes I felt lost, and didn't know if the last train would still be caught. The train station is nowhere to be found, and it's getting dark. Some rain drops falls, and breezes pass occasionally. In such situations I often feel the dilemma. I want to take the night train and go back to my cosy little room, while the feeling of the unfamiliar but serene atmosphere is so enticing that I want to keep soaked in it and make it part of my future dreams.

Night color in the train station.