What is it about staring through a window of a moving vehicle that makes it so dramatically surreal. Maybe the window represents a barrier between reality and dreams. Our thoughts hiding deep in the sky waiting to be plucked from the clouds. Knowing that once you stop gleaming into this portal of innate consciousness you have to either take flight to your dreams and aspirations and take hold of life's ultimate achievability of happiness. Or be content with reality and remain behind the pane of glass that gave you a glimpse of your own reflection of where you want to be. Maybe it's the ability to see the stars at night while pretending you're in a movie. The final scene where there is a happily ever after and whatever music is playing creates the perfect setup for what could be the best picture of your life. Or maybe it's the constant idea of moving and visually understanding new things around you. The idea of something new every mile sparks an interest of curiosity in your mind of what if's and could haves. Where do I want to go, where do I want to be. The thing that people tend to miss is you get chances everyday to be on the other side of that window. So next time you arrive back to reality to wherever you are in this world remember you can always change your destination.

ℭ𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔰
𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲

ℑ𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔢
ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔞 𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔡, 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔶 𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯
𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔯

I'll meet you at the top of the mountain
When the sun is setting
And the stars are in the wings.
Where the wind tosses our hair
But the cold is superficial.
Where we stare across the lough,
Our whole world before us
In miniature
Where we hold hands
So we won't fall off
Or we'll fall together.
I'll meet you at the top of the mountain
When the sun is setting.