Union Station Chicago: Photos by Noelle
It came horizontal to the ground, bending the trees back and delaying the train. As we disembarked it greeted us pouring beneath the roofs. Bouncing off the train and hitting its brethren falling down from above, a most curious silver veil was created between the train and the platform. I wasn’t ready to leave, yet like all journeys, mine had come to an end in Chicago. As I strolled in the bustle of other passengers, dragging my own gear, I pondered the auspicious nature of beginning my next journey stepping through a veil of silver light.
Meditation Travelogue 
This is so very beautiful. 🙂
“. . . stepping through a veil of silver light.” – magical.
Peace to you,
Allison
Thank you so much for stopping in, my friend.
I have seen this at the train station…..however, I wasn’t thinking such lofty thoughts at the time!
So beautiful!♥
Thank you for dropping by my site with your warmth and for sharing your light through your enjoyable posts.
Do take good care and stay awesome, too 🙂