The Speed ​​of Farewell

The train doesn't wait, and time slips away like smoke behind glass windows. We discover too late that stations aren't destinations, but points where we're forced to let go of faces and things. The hardest moments of the journey are those when we see our dearest friends waving goodbye, and realize the train will never return to pick them up. And so, life becomes a mastery of the "art of farewell" with every starting whistle.