I like to seek out pockets of greenery and make believe I'm in a forest. The train lines in the second image I would trace at dusk, last week; I filled the pockets of my coat with wildflowers which grew on the slopes either side.
Oh, would you look at that, a first glimpse at Milkweed- well, the notes I was writing mid-coffee. I've been a semi-recluse, determined to finish it; I've fallen in love with my main character.