Station No. 10
Larkton
Pine trees, frost on the rails and a kettle somewhere nearby.
The valley is hushed under snow, and even the wheels seem to speak more softly. The landscape has gone to ink and silhouette, with a few lit windows for company.
Larkton is a small stop, and the train does not hurry here. A bench, a clock and a tin roof make up the whole station, and that is plenty. The brakes release with a long sigh, and the next stretch of country opens ahead.
The windows hold a little condensation, and someone has drawn a tiny star in the corner of the glass. The journey has no end to reach, only a long run of quiet places like this one.
The Slow Train pulled into Larkton at midnight UTC on 10 November 2026, rested at the platform for a minute, and carried on across snowfields. Everyone riding that day looked out of the same window.