Train travel

The train doesn't stop here anymore. Windows are boarded, the road has disappeared. Blown shingles and bent rails edge the unkept garden. 

To come here is to go someplace, though I'm not sure where. 

I hurry ahead faster than the train […] This way, for a fraction of a second, I'll see you approaching again. 

                - John Berger

Weave

Lately the days have been small breaks of rain and slow-cooked meals and dropped sewing needles that find me like nettles. I'm looking back at shadows to see where they've come from. I'm reading books and watching the lines change. 

Channels

The nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.

- L. M. Montgomery

Gush

Walking through the woods in early spring, you can better notice singular details.

Things aren't yet overgrown.

There's a bare beauty that happens right before the greening.

Bright and happy

A few sweet moments from yesterday.