This train is bound for "my old past"
The interior of the train was even more bitterly chill than the snow-covered plains without.
I soothed almost into a dreaming slumber by the numbing narcotic of the cold.
I was dreaming of my old glad days when I had chased my friend through the flowering
grasses of the summer meadows and of my late mother wiped away my tears and helped me understand.
I'm so tired.
My friends, my mother, I'm looking forward to seeing you....soon...
EDITOR'S NOTE
Finally, we present another exciting artist/photographer. Kaz is known to have a huge heart for others, always trying to support or inspire others. Sometimes via his own work, but also by sharing that of others he himself finds interesting or giving.