On the train to Rome – They say I’m traveling Second Class… First Class is offered a drink upon being seated. We roll past little Italian towns on the journey, small hills dotting the horizon – A man and his wife place a cover on his little car and roll it to a protected spot […]
On the train to Gatwick – Reading a book on one man’s journey through Africa – I pause to look out the window. Viewing the pastoral stillness of lush fields after a rain – that crisp, sweet feeling as the sun emerges. Then, as if some mutation, housing developments, red-brick boxes sprouting from fertile ground. […]