Long and winding railway lines
Fleeting scenes at the window side;
Sweaty tees, dirty jeans
And a breeze to cool the brow;
A friendly face, an open book
A charging port for the dying phone;
Hungry strides, misspelt paths
Flirty smiles off a stranger’s lips,
Wings and dreams, casual memories
And a home to return to.
Serendipitous Rambling 