It’s strange how the mind can wander without any clear

There’s something strangely reassuring about letting thoughts unfold without trying

I once found an old map tucked inside a second-hand

It’s funny how a perfectly ordinary day can feel like

There was once a train that didn’t carry people or

There’s something quietly comforting about letting a day unfold without

Some days seem determined to wander off in their own

Every town has at least one eccentric creative soul, and

Some ideas arrive while we’re deep in thought, but others

There’s something oddly refreshing about allowing your thoughts to meander