After diner we stared out at the monuments as the icy night arrived.
Monument Valley ending up being on of my favorite stops on the trip despite it barely making the list.
Some day I hope to return to this place for a longer visit.
A few more photos from our drive around Downtown Houston.
I found the sight of palm trees among all the skyscrapers quite amusing. All the big cities I have visited so far have been in the north. I found myself having a strange desire to go to California..
Houston seemed different than other cities I have been to. It was clean and shiny, and on this particular day, quite quiet. It was definitely a contrast to the grimy bustling feel that New York or Pittsburgh had.
I have always loved trains; I find them mysterious, and intriguing. I like to dream of where they’re going, and where they came from. I wonder about what they’re carrying, and who’s riding them. I live close to the train tracks, and most nights I can hear the lonely whistle of the train, and I try to imagine where it is headed as I fall asleep.
Sometimes I dream that I am on that train, headed to some far away, unknown town.
I always have the yearning to travel far far away, and train tracks always make me dream of distant places.