On His Way To Rome

Tom sat on the train lost in deep thoughts. His eye lids fluttered with the fluttering breeze and his pupils mirrored the speeding greenries and the bustles perfectly. Everyone was dead quiet. It was as if they had just been rescued from the most frightening dares like in the armageddon movies. A silent music can even be heard around, floating serenely through the air from the basilica some few blocks away from the railway. The voice of a female soloist seared through and sped down the spines of all and sundry sat in the train. As if on a cue, shudders ran through everyone spine simultaneously and a slights gasps of skimpy reliefs filled the coach. Tom himself heaved a heavy sigh too and relaxed.