moving trains, moving mountains

These days are sliding around on loose noirish tracks. I am feeling like wearing a raincoat in summertime, just to give me a place to be -a home inside a coat.

A lot of dreams of packing, a lot of hurry. I sense a definite loss of sky. Spending a whole day, a week without it. A part of me wants to climb up high, or away and be surrounded with something less interesting and more sublime. I do like the walking and the trains.
and the people in your face. All of the interesting details that seem to constantly gift themselves to you here, even the inbetween places are something to be seen. But i require an expanse, a mountain. I keep thinking about a mountain, a bob ross mountain.
And over that hill, that one hill is the home that i am wanting to see.