Leaving __ . Mesmerized by the endless metropolis.  An air of nostalgia rests on the buildings, sleeping, for all one can tell.  From the train, the exuberance of green, the blue sky, the heat, that seems to have cleansed the world of motion, is invisible.

An undifferentiated metropolis gives way to a countryside flowing by, one endless day after the next until, small in the north, the sun plays lightly over eager leaves like a prelude  to fall, who thus bow, and ever so faintly start to blush, in turn.

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