The clouds over head falling behind as we pick up speed
There is a zeppelin the sky
Floating defiantly with it's skin made of lead
Cows graze in the large open squares
Restrained by thin channels of water
Around me words are spoken
Some I know but most I don't
Words I will know some day
A train flashes past
Forcing air between us
Shaking our train
As quick as it came it is gone
Leaving us alone on the tracks
As the sun sets the land begins to slow beneath me
The arching metal and glass grows on the horizon
Consuming the train and letting its contents out
I walk out of the station just in time to see the last orange and red bands of light
Leaving me to walk home alone to the comfort of my bed
In the quiet of the night
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