Wide flat green and a huge blue sky. Down a streak of white road gallops a black bullcalf, snorting, pausing, trotting, bucking and tossing its head. Behind it, at a respectful distance follows a comically small white van, shepherding, implaccable.
The image flashes for a second and is gone. The train moves on.
I am rediscovering transience and stretching into it. This is where infinity exists.