Across the aisle are lovers, happy in each other s company. And across from me is a bald man who is frowning at his laptop. He and I both. I lean towards the window. I am always filled with a wave of regret when I pass by places at great speeds.
Trees laden heavily with snow.
The depths of the forest whilst wind blows the silken dust of snow amongst the landscape .I want to escape there. I am tired, as usual, of maintaining my possessions. Sunlight colours the snow to hazy yellow. The forest never seems to end. The man across the seat just looked at me.