Keeping track on the tracks
To kickstart some creative juice flowing I decided on this little travel piece as I roll in motion with this train.
As the lights from the carriage flash by, reflecting off the dark, Cold, damp walls of the tunnel, the locomotive races toward the distant light and then explodes from the tunnel mouth, where snow and a mist so thick it could hide a wolf’s cry, mingle and the mountains soar higher than the Eagle flies and the train starts its long descent into canton Uri, winding its way through short tunnels and the river, as cold as the snows that feed it, accompany us down to where the snow has not yet arrived. It is January but it is not yet cold and this long valley, with its steep, slate-grey sides, which now hide it from the low winter sun.
Higher up the valley from where we’ve just come, the mountains have lost their shroud as the grey clouds give way to the sun, and emerald banks are dressed in…
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