The happy place

I’m on the train, this is the start of my adventure, a journey into creativity and culture!

It’s making an extra stop now, a little bit longer than usual, outside of one of the most beautiful places in the world, but through the windows of the car, I see only a dark blue grey,

Because the lands are shrouded in the thickest fog,

So if someone, an elk?, ventures onto these train tracks, nobody will be able to stop the train from hitting it, and for the elk, the train — even with its headlights — will appear to be coming out of nowhere!

In this magical mist, the mind might wander; I could picture that I’m anywhere in the world, or other worlds or times,

But, I’m already where I want to be, the most beautiful place I know,

I hate this place, but I love it even more!