From my seat I see the fields move by, colours strong- it's been a long,
long time. It's the first time I see Summer on the Westhill. I lean back
and let my eyes just go floating now where they want to float. They seem
to take to the horizon. Now I know there is a world beyond the small place
I was coming from. I feel at home here, in the middle of nowhere. I will
never know the names of these places that I travel through to reach the
coastline. I've been told I will be there in time.
Please oceancloud, let there be no storm on the crossing below.