Via Train to Chicago

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It's 10.15, I am at Petticoat Creek. Beautiful view, beautiful morning. Water at the lake is looking great, deep blue, calm and quiet. Birds are chatting under the walking bridge. Maybe having a party. I can hear them loud and clear.

Via the train, that connects America and Canada, is passing, on the overhead bridge. This train always reminds me of the times of my late youngest sister. She used to live in Chicago. Time flies. Memories linger on.

Lots of people are here. Some are walking with their dogs. Some are busy with fishing. Some are walking around just like myself. 

I am wearing a light jacket. Silk scarf, orange with a flowery pattern. My daughter, the middle one, gifted it to me. Couple of years ago while I was visiting her place, Grimsby in England.

Days go by, beautiful memories, golden moments get stuck in our mind. Somewhere inside in our memory box. Like glistening jewels. We open up our memory box whenever we want. To enjoy our time to make our days.

It's 11.15, I am done at the lake. My son is done with his long walk, going home. He will drop me at Tim Hortons on the way. I am at Coffee House, and got my small coffee to enjoy my time. I believe time alone is like therapy. We have to try that to get relaxed.

 It's a great relaxation for our mind. It is good to be with our own self once in a while. It is sort of meditation to listen to your inner thoughts. To talk to yourself gives you inner peace. Helps to control our mood swings.

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