Dec 16th 2022
What are our lives if not a furious bright streak briefly interrupting the chaos of darkness?
We assembled in succession at the train station. All seven of us, tensed, worried and perhaps just a smidge bit happy.
This little trip to the forests that has been planned for almost quarter a year is finally at the verge of fruition. Finally? Do we dare breathe a sigh of relief?
As the train elbowed it's way out of station the faces lit up, voices got louder, and spirits soared higher.
We were moving, taking a break, forgetting worldy worries and embracing the road. It was time.
If you miss the train I am on
You will know that I am gone
You will hear the whistle blow
A hundred miles