we are riding the train. it is monday afternoon. there are mounds of dirt leftover from the railroad construction, now covered in hundreds of poppies, golden rod, innocent daisies and lilacs. i wish i could reach my arm out and pick some.
it is a long weekend and smoke billows out of country house chimneys. there are vegetables already growing in the backyards that face the rails. i think its too early but spring here arrives on schedule with strong sunshine and heavy rains.
we sway back and forth as we speed past dirt roads, ravines, a lake and more houses. sometimes you can spot a vagabond's camp through the bushes. someone with no home and who likes to wander. this is what i see from my train window.