Fog blankets everything as my high speed train rips through the Spanish countryside, traveling at 317km/hour, en route to Madrid. The last train that I will ride on this journey, before departing for home by plane. The fog creates a very pleasant, sleepy, and serene setting. Like the train is in a cloud, riding on and on, not having an origin or destination, but just going. I am half asleep, and the soft shades of white are easy on the tired eyes, making it feel like I am in a dream. My headphones stream the cool and laid back melodies of Odesza, and I drift off, recollecting all the beautiful moments and memories that have been forever engrained in my soul.
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11/25/2015 08:19:01 am
Pictures please? :)
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