Let's write a story

And upon that wind, a bird chronicled, the stories between the cars of that train. The train travelled through mountains, with gravel upon its feet. The conductor of the train stopped the cars, the passengers of the now stationary cars, looked upon tumbleweed wondering and asking if they would ever see their loved ones, while all the conductor could do upon the deserted fields is pull out a kite.

The passengers tried to catch her eye.