vision of the day

Out of my train window I saw kids in the projects building a snowman. It was a nice vision, a fleeting one. I often think about the ten million things you see in your life that pass by hardly noticed and forgotten an hour later. The memory often requires extreme pain or joy to remember an event or at least to put the old yellow hi-liter on it. Everything else falls to the ground like a snowflake, lost among a million other visions or thoughts...train blog