I picture I took some time ago and an intro to a story that I have never finished. I though they go well together.
I always loved to look at the hazy orange light of the streetlamps reflecting on the windows of a train or a bus, with sometimes a lazy shadow of the lamp-post breaking the orange flow of that electric light. You know. That sweet, calming feeling of flowing in the night with the unvierse. Knowing that the light is there to cover you and sweetly, with every passing shadow, take you further into a world of dreams. A world of your travels. Into a future that might one day become a reality; but when you wake this time the orange light will keep it’s secrets and you will only be left guessing with a strange assurance in your heart that you know where you’re going.
If I can contribute to the understanding of what others are going through, then there is reason for it …