train north from budapest

the mist envelops these lands, lingers by the Duna, seeps into the terra. there is no escape, there is only the peace it emits. there-- it was a castle on a hill. Visegradi? the train verges away from the river. in these small stopping places i long to find a spot. reclusive. like my bike-riding into the countryside at home-- these country spaces feel familiar. longed for.