After two weeks of travelling
I finally sat at a window seat
To get it in a crowded train
Was indeed a remarkable feat

There was no phone in my hand today
Neither a book to graze
It was just me at the window
And a fleeing world to chase

Nature was at its usual elegance
Racing past the window
While the humans scattered around
Were putting on a morning show

But just like everything else
This one had its issues too
Every now and then some cold air
Was sneaking in to say, "boo!👻"

When the temperature's down to 12
Even this little was cold enough
And soon the magic of window seat
Started to feel like a bluff

I vowed not to sit there again
At least not in winter
When the air has the power to shake me up
And the cold is bound to linger

Till the weather heats up a bit
I'm better off climbing above
Cramped between the other passengers
It feels like a cozy cove

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