some years ago

he looks as though he is quite the serious, broody type. thick black rectangular glasses sitting on a stubborn nose, and the seemingly unkempt beard live up to this impression. a fist under chin, his fingers never really still, his eyes as still as the fast-changing landscape; the train speeds through. but when he turns and starts to speak he stutters in excitement as he recounts classroom drama from the previous day. his thick, shapely eyebrows dance in sync with the emotions. blessing the other with a grin that reveals a dreamy set of perfectly aligned teeth, his light brown eyes soften.

sunset colours

crowded compartment

barely acquaintances, now friends