The Echo of the Passing Green

puncakbukit (78)in #photography • 17 days ago

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The golden fields blur into a soft haze, mirroring the way memories lose their sharp edges over time. You are leaning against the cool glass of a train window, the rhythmic clack-clack of the tracks acting as a heartbeat for the journey. Outside, the tropical greenery and tall palms rush past like whispers from a childhood summer—half-remembered and bathed in the muted light of an approaching storm.

There is a profound stillness in the motion. In this dream, you aren't traveling toward a destination, but rather drifting through a landscape of "before." The air smells of damp earth and ozone, a scent that pulls you back to long afternoons spent wandering near the edges of town. The overcast sky doesn't feel gloomy; it feels like a soft wool blanket, wrapping the world in a quiet, protective layer of solitude.

As the train speeds on, you realize you’ve forgotten where you were supposed to get off, yet the worry never comes. You are content to simply watch the world slip away, watching the familiar trees wave goodbye. It is a dream of transit—the peaceful realization that sometimes the most beautiful places are the ones we only see through a window, moving too fast to ever truly touch again.

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