Somewhere in my consciousness, there's a metaphor pertaining to a train. The steady motion of the wheels is a simple repeated phrase, echoing and reverberating and shifting slightly every time the carriage rolls over a warped sleeper or dislodged Highland pebble. Frost and rain crawl slowly across your window, compelled by the silent wind to etch a quietly mountainous landscape upon the glass. Your breath is an early morning fog, and your thoughts the deep and brooding clouds of a deep and brooding sky. It's a magnificent fifteen minute journey that lasts a mere moment.
Listen and download the track from Elizabeth Veldon's Bandcamp.
