Terminus at the horizon.

The Traveler of Time and the Lost Train Station

The story of the terminus on the horizon.

Once upon a time, in an intricate mountainous land, there was a small railway station on the top of a sky high mountain.

At this station, there is an old stationmaster who has been guarding the platform for decades. Every day he wears a dark blue hat, a lighting lamp, and sweeps the leaves that fall on the old tracks. This track stretches so far that it swallows up the white fog curtain.

One day a young traveler with a large backpack arrived at the station, and he looked tired and confused, and he approached the station master and said, "Grandfather, when will the train to find the answer arrive? I sent a lot of letters to the destination, but no one ever responded."

The station smiled softly, and sprang up and knocked on the lamp softly before answering:

"Young man, the train here doesn't run with time, but it runs with the rhythm of the heart." Maybe the letter you sent him received it, but he's looking for a way to write a response worthy of your intentions, or maybe the destination wants you to learn to travel on your own. "

The travelers sat down on old wooden benches. The air around them began to cool. The mountain wind swept across their faces like a soothing touch. The stationmaster began to say, "You know, the longest train in the world is not a train that runs across the continent, but a train that runs in our own memory."

We often carry expectations so full that sometimes the train is too heavy to run. The way to make the train move forward faster is to slowly unload the anxiety one by one. "

That night, the traveler decided to spend the night at the station; he leaned back against a large backpack, closed his eyes, listened to the sound of the giddy wind through the nooks of the rocks; the sound of night insects singing rhythmically like the sound of healing music; he imagined a railway stretching across a pine forest, through a stream of ice, and through a field of wildflowers blooming in his own heart.

The stationer came to cover him and whispered softly, "Rest. Tomorrow morning, when the first light hits the top of the mountain, you will find that the path you are looking for is not at the end of the tracks, but at the strength of your next step."

The atmosphere at the station became quieter and quieter. The light of the station master's lamp gradually dimmed until only the glittering stars filled the sky.

Now, imagine you sitting on that wooden bench at the end of the horizon station, a cool wind coming at you, the heat slowly fading away, leaving a cozy silence.

Let this story take your heart away over the mountains, over the clouds, just let yourself rest in this safe station, close your eyes slowly, take a deep breath and let your breath out with all your anxiety.

# Train in the sky