this moment of calm, a balm

okay, one idyllic meadow, (atop mont royal)
and one endless lake (champlain, from the train)

I love the wild space along train tracks - the corridors owned by the rail companies that cultivate wildflowers and kudzu or the like. Nature! and we in an air-conditioned projectile. Oh and so many water lilies seen. I moved to nyc via train exactly a year prior while on this rail holiday. The morning I left was all jamais-vu, and it is still here after a year's husk was shucked. (I also saw seas of corn.)