away

I stood there, looking at her from the other side of the platform. Her finger curled around her chestnut brown hair .Her nose was pink from the cold and her breath resembled tiny ballerinas pirouetting away from her parting lips. The train was approaching and I could see her mother, an ordinary looking woman compared to her elfin daughter, beckoning for her to come hither. The daughter’s mitten encased hand gripped her mother’s as they bustled onto the train, racing for a seat. She let her daughter take the window seat and I watched a tiny hand create a clear window though the misted glass. As the train departed I saw the girl’s face smiling back at me. I have forever since remembered her innocent face staring, smiling