I follow the sun …

… and wake up in a land of silos …

… lonely structures …

… and long distance transport; roads …

… and rails …

… servicing …

… industries …

… and cities.

We leave the plain …

… and climb …

… into the mountains …

… and the drifting snow.

Behind the tunnel …

… it is quiet.

Time for a stop …

… and some fresh air …

… before we follow the river, …

… and after another plain …

… and more hills …

… follow another river …

… into the canyons.

After a long day …

… I have no doubt, …

… it’s cold outside.