Platform Six, Mid-March

Almost Ready

A Silver Spangled Hamburg rooster in a heather gray wool overcoat and navy fisherman's sweater standing on a wooden train platform in fog, bare trees with early buds, empty tracks receding into mist, a wooden bench behind him

The schedule said eleven minutes. He had been standing here longer than that, but the cold had a way of suspending time — March air, not yet warm enough to forgive anything. The trees along the tracks were almost ready. He was in no particular hurry to find out for what.

18 March 2026

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