'We are reaching into the silence.
Are we the music, whilst the music plays?
Between the un-being and the being,
sounds a hollow rumbling of wings...
Am I here, or there, or elsewhere?'
(With My apologies to T.S. Eliot)
Saturday, 9 June 2012
'Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.'
Hello Jane: How railway lines evoke so many emotions. Many, many years ago we stood on the tracks, late one night at a country station, in the snow, here in Hungary and watched as the lights flickered and then disappeared on a departing train bound for its final destination, Moscow. So, we are not quite sure what. But the memory has remained with us.
This photo is SO lovely Jane! Make's me wish I were walking alone that track and gathering wildflowers along the way : ) I hope you are well and smiling these days my dear friend. hugs...
What a beautifully melancholy phrase. Time and trains will do that, and time does seem to be moving faster, like the train departing the station and picking up speed as it goes.
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Hello Jane:
How railway lines evoke so many emotions. Many, many years ago we stood on the tracks, late one night at a country station, in the snow, here in Hungary and watched as the lights flickered and then disappeared on a departing train bound for its final destination, Moscow. So, we are not quite sure what. But the memory has remained with us.
What a forlorn thought! Posted some music on my blog which I think is right up your street -- peaceful, yet upbeat.
This photo is SO lovely Jane! Make's me wish I were walking alone that track and gathering wildflowers along the way : )
I hope you are well and smiling these days my dear friend.
hugs...
What a beautifully melancholy phrase. Time and trains will do that, and time does seem to be moving faster, like the train departing the station and picking up speed as it goes.
I love Jane and Lance' moment in time.
Hope you are having a good week, Jane.
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