The end of the journey carried by an overnight train. Although this trip took days crossed thorsands miles, as long as the distance of hometown is still countable, isn't it lucky.
Image shot through the carriage window before sunrise. Our train got close to the edge of northern regions. Hometown was not far ahead. The views outside should be familiar to me, i tried and tried to remember something, anything.
Nothing but snow.
Whole carriage soaked in a boiling like feeling. Air-conditioner been turned too high to againt the upcoming cold weather.
No way to sleep, hours to spend.
Fortunately I kept some reading.
Novel told a funny love story. Beside that there was an interlude sequence of an older lady who lost count of date and had birthday party daily till her reached three hundred and ninty years old. It reminded me this story the next day when I visited my grandma who seem uncertain about her true age. I wish I could do something to make her happy too. How to please a grandma, i had no idea, untill she smiled when i said i would stay for the spring festival this year.
I am back.
I have a good life.
I will stay.
Look, it is almost the new year.