The walls of ice ride up the side of the railwaytracks.
The height up to the glass, through blizzards passed.
The grinding wheels slip on sticky ice layered metal.
The train will still make it to the east even before the next snow settles.
Extravagant clothing and perfume trigger fingers travel the train through the frozen dusk.
All aboard obsessions and fleeting modern trends, to the east or bust.
Engineers and lawyers make small talk craving the interruption of another station stop.
Leaving behind their "brag about" past, toward a cold future where unpredictably, the temperature drops.
Snow storms move in and occupy for months killing dozens with their frostbite and hypothermia.
So learning to be cold hearted will get you through those hard winter months.
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