Musings On The Train
I can tell I’m in a good mood because none of the songs on my phone are irritating me.
A Journey Through My Memories
I’m on my way back to Arthur’s seat. Or is it Arthur’s peak? I never could remember.
When The Grass Isn’t Actually Greener On The Other Side
And a little voice in the back of my mind wonders if perhaps no grass is green. That the green is a myth. That nothing and nowhere is actually green.