It is a gorgeous spring day. The sun is nice and bright, and the snow has almost melted. I look outside the window and see large empty fields, waiting to raise plants and crops for the summer. The small bodies of water are shimmering due to the sunlight. The ducks have started to wade in them. The geese have started flying back in to their summer home already. The black beauties of horses sturdy and majestic are feeding themselves from the fields. The vast expanse of naked trees await some more warmer weather to become chlorophylled again, after the freezing winters. Streams of water are beginning to flow yet again, with muddy, blue waters. I see a herd of deer basking in the glory of the sun and grazing in the open, a rare sight, of course.
Inside the train, the sunlight's playing hide-and-seek, as we cross trees and structures. There's an elderly couple sitting across from me. The grey-haired gentleman has kind eyes behind his glasses. He takes out a black diary, that has some notes scribbled on many of its pages in black ink. And he takes out a black pen. He starts writing in a cursive font in the diary. I cannot read it, but curiosity gets me thinking, what is he writing? Does the diary contain memoirs of journey's past? Or is it also a note of the beautiful spring day it is today?
The guy who is serving food in the train is a very jolly gentleman. He has a contagious smile, and a happy soul. I love to see such happy people who spread the very joy of life, just by being a part of peoples' lives for this small of a time.
As I am approaching my destination, I am counting my blessings for numerous reasons, one of them being the ability to enjoy a lovely spring day, whilst inside a train :).
