Here we are
Waiting for the train to Åkersberga for a New Year's lunch with my dear brother.
Riding a train and looking out the window is a beautiful description of life. Or at least how life could be.
Life's rails carry us forward through landscapes and cities...
Some views we commit to memory, others pass by more or less unnoticed. We have been there, but we are not there.
We have a goal, a destination, that we are moving towards while the train lurches back and forth. We know where we want to go, but we are not there.
We are here.
Happy new year!