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A Journey North

A Journey North Trees are everywhere. Gardens, wet grass, dew, Weeds to pull, how I hate plants. I am seated on an express train, I see a group of East Indians in the rows seats laughing. We make a stop near a café, I am hungry. The ash from the Indian’s cigarette- Goodness almost went into my eyes. It’s early September, and I can’t comprehend the Russian language. Or why anybody would want to take themselves to church on a Sunday?

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Cherie Thomas

Date: 7/4/2013 8:45:00 AM

Very cool read,,,, enjoyed reading your thoughts ayesha,, thanks4sharing:0)

Ayesha Karim
Date: 7/4/2013 3:12:00 PM

Thanks.

Sean L Sanders

Date: 5/21/2013 2:14:00 PM

Wow!

Ayesha Karim
Date: 5/21/2013 6:07:00 PM

Thank you Sean.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 5/5/2013 10:53:00 AM

Like it, well done Ayesha ! - Wishing you a lovely Sunday. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Ayesha Karim
Date: 5/5/2013 12:37:00 PM

Thanks Anne Lise. I hope you have a lovely Sunday too. I hope you take time to relax today and maybe get some things done at home, that's what I plan on doing: laundry and some light cleaning.