Nature can be cruel But beautiful too The sea can be a demon But beautiful too The waves are endearing But beautiful too The sun can be so harsh But beautiful too The snow can freeze your nose and toes But beautiful too The rain can be a pain But beautiful too
I was on a train from Paris to Amsterdam and with an empty page a sad smile and a pen she was looking out the window across the apple green fields and into the valleys of cobbled villages and ****** churches and as the dead air of Paris was leaving my mind I began to read the reflection of questions in her eyes I wanted to tell her what she already knew that the answers are in the rhythm of the rails and to only underline the words that matter ... Clay.M