The Only Train

During weekends only one little train travels these tracks. Slowly sailing through land filled with hills, woods and ponds, every now and then there is a little village. When the train stops, it takes one or a few people on borad and goes on on its way. On its way to local town, with culture and markets. The same train goes back after a while, sometimes with the same people. And again to the land of watter and trees, the train stops every few minutes and people are gradually leaving, one by one, stop by stop. Here is a happy train, on its way to the town.