The brown hair girl... #caption# I may never be able to express my heart to you. Perhaps, you’ll understand anyway. Perhaps, you'll find me in your dreams. Perhaps, I may be part of your thoughts someday. It’s like living in a light bulb with the leaves, like filaments and the sky a shell of thin transparent glass, enclosing the late heaven of a summer day, a canopy of incandescent blue, above the dappled sunlight golden on the grass. I took the train back from Lindau to Zstaad.