Night train...

The driver blow the horn, you wake up, the train slow down and stop at unfamiliar station. Out of habit you go down from the train, rub your eyes and start to watch the things. Slowly, through the blur forms start to be crystallized and already familiar things are seen. The bed where you entered yesterday, the closet where your clothes are, here is the door and behind it the world.

Night train...

The driver blow the horn, you wake up, the train slow down and stop at unfamiliar station. You ask the ticket collector what is the nature of this place that you arrived to. He answers that this is a new place and that you are invited to go down if you please. You ponder over this idea and decide to explore this new place. You open the door, the light is glittering, the eyes want just few more moments of darkness's compassion. Delicate tingle of morning's breeze is pampering your skip, summons the notion of the inner heat. A bird is looking out from a drawer inside the soul's inner space, examine her surroundings, coming out, taking her stand on a branch, starting to sing. Slowly, through the blur, forms start to be crystallized and already things are seen. Maybe you will see a bed, maybe a closet with clothes, maybe you will meet a door, and what is it behind the door ?

A thrill is passing throughout you body – a world ?