January 4, 2018

Dear lover,

It would be lovely if I could draw on a train,

not even the last of the day and not the first.

We passed by some toxic, industrial waste-land-like water earlier.

There were pink flamingoes in little packs

the coulds were suspended low in the sky and it was

dark blue and gray and the yellow tint of the clouds looked sickly 

(or maybe I was in a bad mood)

Against all odds I made my train to Marseille, and just now we passed a tan horse.

I'm not sure why, but from 10 meters away (perhaps less) from this train, it looked so glorious.

Now I've hardly had time to think about love all day, so sad.

I caught the reflection of the sunset in the reflective plastic of the seat in front of me.

That's lucky, now today I've been lucky besides the disorder and disaster of the start of my journey.

I'm glad I just passed a palm tree because maybe there will be palm trees at my final destination.

Oh and I just found love-- it's a couple that was hiding behind the reflection of the sunset

Her head rests on his shoulder

Oh and I caught the sunset again-- all great if I don't go blind!

The tree skeletons gather in clusters and lines,

the light sweeping over the landscape is so divine.

Wish you were here

Love