It was a cold and rainy late autumn day. The leaves had already changed to their bright colours and were beginning to fall, signalling the end of one season and the start of another. Mary and her lover were saying goodbye at Fleetwood station, as he departed for Pennsylvania on a month-long business trip and Mary went to Chicago.
His heart swelled with joy knowing Mary was so fond of him. It instilled confidence, and a sense-of-place in him, that he’d return and she’d still be there for him.
The inside of Mary’s train window was a perfectly fogged canvas, and Mary used it to pen a love message that he knew would be etched in his mind the entire train ride down to Penn station.
She wrote slowly… “I”… then “love” … then “Bob,” followed by pressing her lips to the window, finally waving goodbye before walking away.
Mary’s lover was satisfied and began walking away. He suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. He looked back longingly at the window, and slowly mouthed “my…name…is…John.”