Its a train and its going 60 mph.. Our track ends after 40 million miles, where our ride takes us off the side of a mountain in the clouds. We know it ends, but we don't care. On our ride, we can look out the window at all of the beautiful things. We can't become a part of them because our train won't stop. But we can love all that we see. And it is beautiful.
Sunday, September 14, 2008 8:09:59 PM, From: Jim, To: Stories