The sunrise city service stopped at the station under a silvery sky.
A woman, who was wearing an off-white wardrobe with waders, wormed her way in and went with whip to where waited a window seat. Simultaneous to sitting on said seat she was suited by a swain with spirally strands who sent back her scarf she seemed to have scattered southwards.
Beauty blushed a bit, but blessed the beau. He lingered, longing then lurched off. The subsequent sunrise they were seen sending smiles.