Autumn Holiday
Florence Calls Train taking the weight across the space between here and Florence, clickers clack, would have been the sound once, now its a swish, as the speed drags the excited faces from the built up city, across the green rolling hills (well, brown currently) through the hole in the earth pointed towards Paris sunlight flashes into the eyes, and the speed increases towards, once stopping, a quick rush to the eastern side and the next tav journey starts, via Germany to Florence art, culture food, wine autumn joy alone, and not lonely