Lanes of Lingering Light

This image is a quiet hymn to the moments that stretch—those lingering minutes between thought and breath. The woman in the dark green coat, seated beneath a glowing lantern, is not waiting for a train. She’s waiting for the light to fade just enough to remember something important.

The station, with its green wooden siding and creeping vines, feels like a place built for emotional weather. The lanterns cast a warm glow that doesn’t illuminate the path—it sanctifies it. The railway tracks, softened by moss and wildflowers, stretch into a misty horizon where time dissolves. Overhead, electric lines hum like forgotten lullabies.