Sunday, May 13, 2012


She travels on the train and a man pretends to fishing on the train with two rods.. inter changing them all the time... no hooks just wood at the end of them.He is old and bearded, his eyes look as if they have seen many a story and shed love to know what tales he could tell.His jacket, blue and trouses well worn. As the train pulled into the station she saw a 60 year old lady wearing all white and angel wings on her back, kept her mind ticking. Wondering, lost in thoughts.. blink and she may have missed the vision. Blurred lines between reality and tricks.. she kind of pinched herself to make sure she was awake. With an "ouch" mumbled to herself she knew she was wide eyed and bushy tailed... possibly regretting that coffee shed had that morning. Its interesing she thought, how some block off the world and tune out completely, some sleep, others lost in deep conversation..others lost in someones imaginary landscapes of books. So many variations of what we do when we travel. She reaches her destination, city. The looming city presents a whole other labrinth and infinite possibilities. ************

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