Time to catch the train

Millions of thoughts after seven weeks that have, one more time, changed my life.

I see the prints of the recent events in the daily things (a bill, a phone number dialed who knows when, a drawing in a paper napkin, explaining who knows what conspiracy theory, a notch in my cell, produced by a fall when I was trying to take that picture)... And, as I say to myself that life continues without us noticing that everything has a last time, the only words that come to my mind are Suzanne Vega's verses:

Oh, this rain it will continue
through the morning as I'm listening
to the bells of the cathedral...
and thinking of your voice,
and of the midnight picnic once upon a time,
before the rain began....
And I finish off my coffee
'cause it's time to catch the train.