From my seat I see the fields move by,
coulours strong- it′s been a long, long time.
It′s the first time I see summer on the Westhill.
I lean back and let my eyes just go
floating now where they want to float.
They seem to take to the horizon.
Now I know there is a world beyond
the small place I was coming from.
I feel at home here in the middle of nowhere.
I will never know the names
of these places that I travel through
to reach the coastline-
I′ve been told I will be there in time.

Please oceancloud,
let there be no storm on the crossing below