An old note I found

Siting in the train with light rain outside the window. The air is slightly cool, surrounded by mountains and mist hovering low in the sky. Vine yards run for miles on end, the air smelling of rain. Houses speckle the roads. An old German couple sits opposite me. They do not talk, but are so familiar and comfortable with each other. She's reading a book by Sarah Lark. He was on his mobile, sometimes peering from his glasses sitting at the bridge of his nose to the scenery outside. An ABC sits next to the window. There's a Korean, and an Italian girl. I'm in Europe, travelling from Venice to Salzburg.