And so our trip is in its final hours as we have begun our journey home. It is overcast and chilly, a nice break from the humidity of days prior. Everything looks very green from the windows of the train, a layer of fog laying over the backdrop of hills. We cut the mist as we charge back to the district. A small spider hitches a ride on the window sill. Poor fella's going the wrong way. Wondering if maybe we are too.