Dear [friends name],
The train ride is a sweet meditation, feeling, the countryside pass as one masterpiece of art. The views that passed out of the train window today were beautiful as they usually are the reflective greens of the landscapes glowed brighter in the strengthening light. The landscape was a marriage of rainbow hues congregated in the greens. The one thing I remember very vividly from my train journey was the barn that blossomed on the hill amid the grass and the meadow flowers, as if one day it sprung up from some precious seed. I guess what I'm saying is, it looked like it belonged there, and if it were absent the picture of that landscape would be missing something very special. So though the timbers were aged and the light that streamed in from the holey roof illuminated the dust like ethereal confetti - it was truly a great place, I loved it. The landscape sang to the sunlit cloud that it was in eager anticipation of much rain. The day was tough so I’m greatly for the journey home to a soft bed and a warm meal.
