(Random train thoughts when I was headed for London. 16 Jan 2014.)
On yet another train ride to London. Different me.
James Vincent McMorrow’s Post Tropical brought me through the first part of this journey. The greens and the browns illuminated by the bright afternoon sun. Then mixing it up with some Hebe music bringing me past the brilliant setting sun. Lyrics of love and loss.
One especially amazing sight wasn’t the greens and blues this time around surprisingly. It has to be the dark, hanging expanse of gloomy grey hanging over the plains, yet… in the distance you could see at the final third of the horizon – bluish mountains, clear skies, white clouds lit up by the sun. Pretty cool.
No saturated colours of nature but the stark contrast in the distance…
As usual, attempting the impossible. Trying to record what I’m experiencing whilst trying to take in the whole, full expanse of nature’s beauty as the scenery passes me by through the windows of the train carriage. Being on the train whilst the sun’s up to watching it begin to set just reminds me of Paul Baloche’s Rising: “From the rising of the sun ’til the sun goes down, may the name of the Lord be praised.”
From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets, the name of the Lord is to be praised. – Psalm 113:3
… And we entered this area – all grey, gloomy, foggy. A bit like that withered scene with Dementors in Harry Potter. And the rain came. Streaking across the window panes. Accompanied by the pained melody in Hebe’s 我想我不会爱你.
And the rain? It left as quickly as it came.
Can safely say this train ride’s been pretty great. And I already realise I’m starting to imagine the convos I’ll be having with the London peeps this time around.
How timely… 寂寞寂寞就好。