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.