♥ train

It's really quite funny, waiting for the train in Prešov that goes to Bratislava on Sunday afternoons. Parents wait there with their university-bound children on the platform, and the university-bound children are trying to look like they're not there with their parents. It's the sort of awkward absurdity that Garrision Keillor describes so often and so well.

When the train passes Štrba, the already-snow-covered Tatry rise above the clouds and the afternoon sun shining from the west reflects the snow as it sets -- the wayward side is already dark.