The Endless Morning by Kseniia Rybak

While the train takes me far
and the wind unfolds the gray curtains which a second before now was hiding the landscape of unexpectedly close place. The entire compartment becomes the space for the curtain`s dance whith the wind. The endless morning lake pours my mind breaking through the window. From the noise of the train, the flock of the heron synchronously takes off the ground and makes waves in a calm landscape. All shades of gray are freezing on the glass surface of the window. The taste of an unlucky night and too hot cheap tea with lemon I feel in the colors of the morning. The train rushes and hides the impressionistic painting with the wind`s breath. But I'm not in a hurry.