And so it begins

Now, this late night.

The train forming the percussion, barelling down the rails, into the night.

And I am online, as if I were at home.

Except in more comfortable surroundings.

Time otherwise simply spent sleeping, I am travelling.

Like instant transport.

This is the untold joy of trains.

What we missed out on when automobiles gave us false hopes of manifest destiny.

Is the joy of travelling, unmolested even by the idea of travelling.