I'm just hours off the train after being forever on the road. Oh look will you at the magnificent sight.
The Rostov train station as seen through the train window. Oh now that is magnificent.
Thank goodness dear brother Misha met me at the station. Off the train and here's the view toward the right. Is that poetic or what. Or what?
And then here's the view left. A misty, moisty evening. Maybe 40-some degrees.
The Rostov train station as seen from the street. Oh dear Rostov, has anyone ever told you how beautiful, beauty-full, bea-ti-ful You Are?!
Oh. . . is it wonderful to be home. And look what's here waiting for me: evidence that I've been gone since. . . since Halloween. Oh is it good to be home.