And....

.... here is another Autumn evening.

Autumn is my favourite season;
beautifully melancholic;
and goes with wandering around old graveyards,
tragic country/folk songs,
and waiting on empty railway platforms
at small town stations
for late trains
from which no one you love
gets off....

'My home is in the bottle
I'm drinking on this train
that's taking me from nowhere
to nowhere once again.'

This is the best time.