Thoughts Out of Train Stations

The early written works of Zach Benefield- "The winters here are always mild at first and the rain darkens the pines and the streets without freezing. Some mornings an overcast sets in and muffles everything, even your thoughts, and it almost feels like something inside falls into place. On these mornings no decisions are made. Instead all move about as if they are led. It's almost like everything had already happened."