Ever sat by the train door sipping hot ginger tea to the cold winds in your face, watching the breathing fresh fields all around and the silver clouds above like white doves hovering a green ocean. The solitary reaper and her odd grazing cow like pirates in costumes rummaging these seas for pollen pearls. A secluded house in the midst of the wilderness like a boathouse floating upon the placid wave. In the horizon, a sleeping mountain floating gently, like an ice berg: the gentle giant, hiding the stars in its womb. The green ocean #TD2 #Travel Diaries #YQBaba
