Peace

I find peace in long train rides

in autumn leaves that brush against their branches before they fall swiftly onto the asphalt, coloring it brown

in the smell of an old library, of the dusty pages in books which sheets have gone pale, filled with marks of folded papers done by uncountable fingertips

in the peeking sun from my half closed window blind, landing on my forehead like a spotlight, a morning kiss that warms my mind up from the cold thoughts I had the night before

in a cup of coffee a stranger brew, which scent catches my sense on my way home, with a subtle hint of mint in the middle of mixed fumes of cigarettes coming out of the mouths of unfamiliar faces