A Walk Down Memory Lane...in the Misty Morning Rain....

 Past fields of new green grain

  I hear a distant train.

 And I somehow can't refrain from a picture of this mane, on a horse that won't complain...be he ever so restrained.

 Arrgh. That's enough! Wicked rhymes to pile all over themselves like that!

I did take a walk though. In this mist.
It was exhilarating.

 Past the white-maned heads of curious dandelions.

 I encountered the doorway of a house where once we lived. Obviously, it is being devoured by its own garden. Sad. Even though I'm not planning on living there again. Still sad.

Swallowed up by the jungle though right in the middle of town.