Speaking of Which..

It was an afterthought that ran in random trails across my mind. I am still trying to fathom how it was trigerred. But like all mysteries of the mind the vague origins of s deja vu or after thoughts or day dreams only serve to excite me. I do not dive into Freud to decode its reasoning or seek the esoteric help of a hypnotist. Some say ignorance is bliss. I say if not all but for some things probing fingers should be kept firmly in pockets. But I digress.

Ever pressed your nose firmly on the glass and watch in marvel at a wondrous sight.. ?? It could be a sunrise or a sunset.

That was me. Watching as this tiny train weaved and wound all over .. There were wormholes opening everywhere and parallel universes exploding into being and disappearing with just as much candor.

And just as it had started to have a life of its own it died without a whimper. New vistas gleamed hazily in the horizon as if the smoke of a thousand sunbeams had lit up the distance. New arrivals spoke a voice from one corner and another riot of colour was just about to begin...