Losing his train-flower

Heerenveen – Schiphol

“Is that it?” Sybren gaped out the window, bouncing in his seat. I chuckled, Sybren was a grown man, but it seemed that the novelty of everything stirred up his childlike curiosity. “It’s dirty, isn’t it. Yeah, I think that’s it”, Sybren nodded. He was fidgeting. It was his first time in a train, something he proudly told the conductor earlier. Each time the intercom sounded he had shot up. “Yep, did you hear? This is Zwolle. They will disconnect it here.” I nodded along, smiling slightly. I wondered what levels of excitement Sybren would reach at the airport.