Fetch me the last time.
I love sitting in the very last car of the train. I t is not uncommon for me to sit in this very image and drink tea from a bronze thermos; crackling abd breaking the morning chill.
I know its not unique of me to say but, i wish for more simple times. When i would have drawn up the materials for walls and slumbering over to a fire place raised from stones i gathered ...were my home. Where protecting my loved ones and the gathering of food were my job. All the modern marvels seem really unimportant at 6am. Nuzzled pillowtalk and admiring the comparitive length of our legs feel more important than curing cancer.
Im rediculous and just completely over the moon.