This train starts again, starts making its way from the coast and back to the station, where we started before reaching the sea and the cliff-side town wrapped in a grey that refuses to relent even as the sun hits midday somewhere behind the clouds. We slid here, having emerged from the valley and the woods, and met the sea as though our descent would continue across asphalt streets, sand and kelp, and then finally water, this train pulled to the sea, this train now pulling us back up as the sharp turn comes again until the shoreline bends at its eroded elbow…