I got the idea from one bard song about electric train, it tells about going travelling somewhere
"В путь позовет электрички гудок,
И перрон покатится мимо.."
I like it. I like hiking in my region, in spring especially. Usually i get to start places by electric train. This is some special part of my memories.
Painted green (early, now they all gray), with howl of motors, accelerating, flies away to the west, in the evening sunset.
light breeze with the smell of smoke from local cottages.
And today i'm going to a touristic meet, in western part of region, on Luh river, where i usually go every year
Art by me