while waiting about 30 minutes in Burgtann for my train to carry me home � there passed some other trains like freight trains & fast trains, which didn't stop at this small village station of course -
while I sat a bit bored & bit comfortable in the waiting booth � just some seats with some kind of plexyglass windbreak around it to the back & the sides � while one of these fast trains passed � while passing, they always bring a lot of storm-like wind around them � it's a wise idea from the railway company to support the waiting areas with supporting wind shields
So this fast train passed � with endless waggons � it's even hard to count them while they pass -hoosh, hoosh they go � not that I usually count the waggons of a train � but if you're bored � what else should you do? -
& this passing train made such a big noise & storm around it � that I even pressed myself back in my shelter place to avoid the strong wind caused by that train.
I watched a night moth (butterfly of the night) with big beige wings � she just succeeded to get down to the ground while the locomotive & first waggon were a-coming � apparently she succeeded to hook herself into the ground with her tiny claws on her feet � her still upraised wings waved in shudders on every waggon that passed - & but she grasped & claimed to the ground � resisting that strong storm coming along with that train -
it was a really long train & I lost count � not that I counted � but then I saw that moth losing grip & she just got hurled up, tumbled away by that artificial storm, almost a tornado to her. I saw her evily uncontrollably torn into that train draft, upward, sidewards & downwards � well till just out of sight.
& the waggons that still passed, while the moth gave in, were about 2 or 3. - she rsisted about 20 or 30 waggons & just gave in in the last seconds -
Of course she didn't know how long that train would be � for her it may was always eternity (relating the lifetime of a moth to our average lifetime� when endless waggons passed her by � maybe she gave up, because she couldn't believe anymore, that this storm would ever end..
I really felt with that moth (it's the identification problem I got)
It's hard to see if you feel or identify with someone in a film or real life, if he/she gives up just a moment before the final goal or success � by watching those stories you want them to succeed & survive after a long & hard struggle � not to fail in the lost moment..
well I hope my moth has survived � after got in gripped by that e-train tornado
don't moths & butterflies live only for a few days or months (at least not longer than a season � whatever that is)?
