From my train window. [For more—and let’s face it, MUCH better—pix not from my train window, click here.] Advertisements
You can enter from the same banks, but the waters are always different.
In in the past year I’ve observed…
An hour or so later, I was lying on a giant pink tongue, the color and sticky consistency of well-chewed bubble gum. I swear that I am not making this up.