Elena is tired of the city. She buys a ticket home, but she gets on the wrong train.
The train moves through the dark. The conductor is patient and kind. "This train does not go to your town," he says.
Elena could be angry. Instead, she looks out of the window. A small station appears, lit by one lamp.
She has courage. She gets off. The town is quiet, with a bakery and a warm guesthouse.
In the morning, she eats bread by the river. She was not lost. She was somewhere new.
She feels gratitude for the wrong train. Sometimes the detour is the journey.
A thought to keep
The wrong train can still take you somewhere good.