Joy of words

I read this on a train ride back home on Wednesday and wanted to share these beautiful words with you all.

It's an excerpt from the story "Il Colore Ritrovato" in the book "The Pacific".

“I now was in love with her in the way that old men can briefly be in love with youth, which is like standing on the platform as an express train that doesn’t stop at your station goes by at full speed. It’s exciting, the wind comes up, your clothes whistle in the air, you awaken, and then it’s gone, without even having seen you.”

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