Do you have any idea how relaxing it is to see sheep in the window? Little white cotton balls against the lush and cool green of the grass. And it's all a gentle blur as the hills oscillate, passing you by as if they were waves and you were on an ocean liner. But no, rather, you are the one that is passing the hills by. On a train sliding away from the city, literally leaving your thoughts, stresses and business behind. The destination is irrelevant, rather, it is the getting there.
The smooth voice of the wind and the sound of the rails beneath you orchestrate the soft lullaby of travel. Rest your head in the soft seats and let the steady sway of the carriage cradle you as if you were once again a small child in a swinging crib. Again, slowly draw your eyes to the hills. How many sheep are in the window?
Count them,
fall asleep,
and pursue those dreams beyond the grassy hills.
