The end of September. Dozing off on the uncomfortable seats of the train station. Read some sheets yellowed by time, left there by who knows who. Enjoy the warmth of the train car, and let yourself be pampered by its continuous swing. Awaken with the first light of dawn and be enchanted by the view that can be glimpsed from the window. And then again: sweet cats a little intrusive, hot tea and biscuits, a walk among the orange trees.
The autumn of a traveler.
