How you feel, a train journey with a book, a less crowded train, sitting calm watching landscapes through the window, wide grasslands and fields, passing stations and old mansions, lonely or busy platforms, with the favorite book in hands, a book of poetry. Sunlight fall over the fields, grass and corns bright and the words lit up the mind, how those match with each other. Each stanza personifies the glow of fields and trees and the harmony empty places of favorite platforms and mind.

Sometimes satisfaction comes from tiny parts of life. Many things are the core of happiness. Cherish those sparkles and enliven to your little heaven. A cup of tea, a book, an image, each pages carry a story behind. So old, memories, happiness.