Swirling waters, never ending views of bays and Sundays. Pictures and postcards, memories of what seems like yesterday. Raindrops and false predictions of snow storms, hot chocolate and street lamps across the way. Beneath the ground a group of gentlemen are playing bluegrass while tourists snap pictures and drop coins into a hat. Swirling clouds, never ending views of giant buildings and lonely days. Photographs from another lifetime circulate on the front page while snowflakes descend from nowhere and float all around. Pass me my glasses, I'll have a cup of coffee make it light, reading about an old miracle as spring makes its way towards home. A slow train making its way, visitors from another place and time on board. Coming home. #instapoetry #sundays #snow #slowtrain #writersofig #lifefetishInstagram

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