Arrival in Tywyn

[jane_drew]

The sky is dimming even in the mid-afternoon, this late in the year.  Mrs. Parsons pulls on her gloves as the train slows, and finishes wrapping her scarf around her neck just as the train fully stops at the station.  It's cold outside, and once she has her single piece of luggage down from the racks (it was kind of that young man to get it down for her, but really, she could have done it herself), she doesn't want to have to be fumbling around with more things to carry than she absolutely has to be.

She holds the handrail with one hand and her bag with the other as she steps down from the train.