"Oh, How Fitting it All Becomes"

#0037. I fall in love with the dark undercurrents. Was she sitting next to me on the train that day? My hat in my hands, like a gentleman. The rows of field corn ready to be harvested. I had tears in my eyes. She stared out the window and if I remember right, it was drizzling. She watched the rain drops slide down the glass window pane as the train rocked quietly. Quietly to us, at least. She was next to me and I was in love with her dark undercurrents. She doesn't remember me. She didn't see what I saw later in Wonderland.