Just 2050 Stories.

Sitting in the train, I watched life go by.

We crossed the bridge, the same one I pass everyday, watching the wide river flow below.

I get my best thoughts for stories while travelling. Its funny how you enter a different world when your body isn’t moving, but the train is, and so is your mind.

These thoughts are wispy, fragile things. Floating, easily lost.

Some leave. Some stay.

Take a ride on the train below and see which ones make you smile, give your heart a pause, make you cry.

Go on.

just 2050 stories

I’m glad you’re here for the ride.