I have to switch trains in Frankfurt. Commuters flood from the coaches onto the platforms. Colours seem to be reserved for billboards.

Grey seems to dominate this autumns fashion. An occasional backpack indicates that not everybody is here on business.

It appears that you are not supposed to stay if you do not work here: Work or leave. A place of transit.

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I move on. Eventually I arrive in Darmstadt. More greys welcome me.

Someone is resisting.

Nature makes a point.

Someone seems to disagree.

Then comes the rain.

But even the rain does not last forever.

Yes, this really is Darmstadt …

… and this.

This too.

I say Goodbye to a friend.