last night was just one of those nights where my mind was too active & creative & i just couldn't fall asleep. whenever that happens i do two things: get up & do yoga or read a book unrelated to everything else. last night i chose the latter & read this poem:
.window.
Night from a railroad car window
Is a great, soft thing
Broken across with slashes of light
- Carl Sandburg
the instant i finished it, my mind was flooded with memories of the long train rides in india. everything about india was a new and exciting adventure {full of unexpected surprises & moments}
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