traveling with the kaweco sport fountain pen

The train sways slightly as you watch the landscape rushes by. There is a constant chatter of people in the background. The train passes a busy highway. All those colourful cars blur into one constant line, broken only by the giant masses of the trucks driving to the harbour. Finally, the train slows down to enter a station. People get up, try to pack their bags to leave. Now, they try to rush by to leave the train before it moves away. But you stay, this is not your station yet. You keep sitting, waiting for the whistle to move on, to take you to your station.