i could never get tired of train rides.

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.

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