Seeing somebody joyed by something small makes me happy.
The powerful engine spilled smoke high up into the dreary winter sky
Her whistle bellowed once, then twice, signalling her passengers that she would soon be on the go
Onlookers envied, just a little, those on board.
But they would have a connection moments later
The engine started to chug, the carriages crept forward obediently
The excitement grew, for both those behind her and around
Bodies waved madly
Their smiles beamed, lighting up the dark, pregnant sky
She was gone, the onlookers content
That was a little bit of enjoyment in their life on a dreary winters day