6Doralea peered through the window of the southward train. Mid-October leaves dappled the Kentucky slopes in searing oranges and consuming reds, dull yellows and corroded browns with a couple of evergreens topping through the shelters. Colors were made considerably more striking by the morning sun and clear, blue sky. Yellowish sedge grass alongside green knot of weeds, thistles, and, surprisingly, a couple of fall blossoms obscured together as she moved her look descending toward the edges of fields and wall columns speeding by close to the railroad bed. They were somewhere close to Cincinnati and London, at last returning home.