rides

I wanted to tell you that there is nothing like sitting on a window seat on a train to a city you've never been to.

It's not just the romance of it all, but the slow transition between point A to B, as you carefully stride across invisible rails and pass through landscapes that aren't yours to keep. You hold a coffee or wine in your hand, a book or a magazine, and these remain the only signifiers of normality and of your past.

The sun hits me and I'm reminded of all the thoughts I left half-conceived before departure.

And this time around, when I get off the track, I'll be on another one.