yamaonna

A sudden clack of the wheels upon the tracks, and the cabin suddenly fills with light.  The train travels fast, but in the distance a mountain stands tall and fixed.  Power lines flash by, too quick for the eye to focus.  Down below the train line is a field, lush and green, yet no one works it.  Now a road, followed by a country house, warm and homey looking.  All too soon that one home becomes a line of houses.  A tall building.  and then another, followed by more.  And then the building become houses again.  Fields start to appear.  The mountain is still in the distance.  But she doesn’t really see these things.  She is just passing through.