‘And we could have all this,’ she said. ‘And we could have everything and every day we make it more impossible.’
Looking across to the opposite side of the station, the scenery is in strong contrast to the plain white hills. Rolling fields of grain and trees along the river Ebro. She looks into this vista and sees her quintessence of life and existence. A culmination of all her wants and desires. And a sad recognition that this dream isn't reality, and that as every bit of time passes by, she is further pulled from this idealistic world.
This can be viewed as a reference towards her baby, the birth of a potential unending spring of happiness and possibilities. But as it is, she finds herself in travels towards the destruction of this potential, and in recognition states that:
" every day we make it more impossible."


