He felt cold breeze on his skin. Fall's end. First snow flakes touched his skin. He simpered. He always hate snow. Hugged himself he walked slowly to the rail. There's no one there. Only him and old rail road that abandoned decades ago. He looked down. Then kneeled. Place his bare hands to cold rusted metal. He took a deep breath as he laid his head on the cold metal. Tears fell down slowly. Memories from years ago played in his head. He prayed. He asked for forgiveness. To whoever would listen him.