The train

It is always there.
Day or night.
Winter or summer.
Under the rain or the hot sun.
It is always there.
Staying still, motionless, stagnant.

What if it was made to travel?
To ride the iron roads crossing the countryside.
What if it was meant to bring people together?
To carry lovers to their meeting point.
Soldiers to their homes.
Students to their families.

Now it is just an old rusty train.
Deprived from its right to travel.
Prey for the weather conditions.
Defenceless against the will of immature vandals.
A metal canvas for aspiring street artists.

It is always there.
Shinning in the evening light.
Despite the successive layers of paint.
Despite the broken windows.
Despite the fact that it is falling apart.

A queer beacon among the trees.
A reflection of the past.
A reminder that the day is coming to an end.
Like the life of this old train.

_{The camera that I used is a Canon EOS 6D mark II with an EF 24-105mm f4/L zoom lens attached. I edited the photographs in Adobe Photoshop Lightroom Classic}