My favourite city

Ghosts of houses through trees that rush by.
Rolling hill tops unffold.
Industrial estate.
Golf course.
Speeding past.
Going home.
Watching homes through treeline, shutting out the noise.
Pale winter sun shining weakly through heavy clouds.
Rolling flats and telegraph poles as far as the eye can see.
Fantastic Fenland!
Back gardens and snippets of life and I wonder, dare I?
No, Another time.
Mostly swings, slides and discarded bicycles.
Some maniquired lawns and border preperation.
Few patches for cultivation then decking and pergolas.

Blurred and smudged, I'm too excited to watch it any more. I'm on my way!
Anticipation, remembering dreams and great times.
Wonder and fact merged and explained.
Life. Love. Learn.
Snippets, local knowledge and short cuts.
Grotty pubs, bars and tea rooms with walls lined in dusty old books read by thousends waiting for friends.
There's no where like it.
And you're there. I'm coming back to thank you.