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Trains
I started this thread describing my experiences on a flight. I recently had the fortune of taking the train again after many years.
There is something different in the atmosphere. Towards the front of the car there is a groups of four women laughing. I can not see them but they are in their 40s to 50s. They are not in their 30s 0r 60s. I am not sure how I know this but I do. After intently listening for a few minutes I realize that they are friends, playing cards and a little tipsy. There is a couple sitting behind me. She is an attorney and loud, but in a kind gentle way. Their house was damaged in Hurricane Sandy. Another couple sitting in the seat across the aisle chime in and soon they are engrossed in conversation. As I sit there watching the fields go by, my mind at peace, my eyes fixed on one tree at a time as they slide by the window, a cup of coffee and a bagel on the fold down tray, it occurs to me that I would very much like for my journey to be longer.
I am startled from my trance by a whoosh of air as a man older than myself, in a shirt and tie with the top button undone slumps down into the seat beside me. He smiles and introduces himself. We spend the rest of the journey learning about each others stories. We both smile and laugh and share.
There is something different about a train car. Perhaps it is this peace and community that keeps model train stores in business. Maybe its the type of people that ride a train car, maybe its the ambiance, maybe one creates the other. I like train cars. They fit me and I fit into them.
As we evolve we get faster, more efficient. Efficiency is the new ideal that we strive for. The faster the better. Yet, maybe our souls were not meant to be efficient. The friction of speed eats away at our soul. Slowing down is a precious necessity.
As the next city is announced on the speaker I realize that I feel strange, as if I have inadvertently forgotten something. I hesitate as I get up and reach for my bag. It occurs to me that my jaw is unclenched and that invisible vice grip on my Trapezius is nowhere to be be found. I walk off slowly. I will be back.
I started this thread describing my experiences on a flight. I recently had the fortune of taking the train again after many years.
There is something different in the atmosphere. Towards the front of the car there is a groups of four women laughing. I can not see them but they are in their 40s to 50s. They are not in their 30s 0r 60s. I am not sure how I know this but I do. After intently listening for a few minutes I realize that they are friends, playing cards and a little tipsy. There is a couple sitting behind me. She is an attorney and loud, but in a kind gentle way. Their house was damaged in Hurricane Sandy. Another couple sitting in the seat across the aisle chime in and soon they are engrossed in conversation. As I sit there watching the fields go by, my mind at peace, my eyes fixed on one tree at a time as they slide by the window, a cup of coffee and a bagel on the fold down tray, it occurs to me that I would very much like for my journey to be longer.
I am startled from my trance by a whoosh of air as a man older than myself, in a shirt and tie with the top button undone slumps down into the seat beside me. He smiles and introduces himself. We spend the rest of the journey learning about each others stories. We both smile and laugh and share.
There is something different about a train car. Perhaps it is this peace and community that keeps model train stores in business. Maybe its the type of people that ride a train car, maybe its the ambiance, maybe one creates the other. I like train cars. They fit me and I fit into them.
As we evolve we get faster, more efficient. Efficiency is the new ideal that we strive for. The faster the better. Yet, maybe our souls were not meant to be efficient. The friction of speed eats away at our soul. Slowing down is a precious necessity.
As the next city is announced on the speaker I realize that I feel strange, as if I have inadvertently forgotten something. I hesitate as I get up and reach for my bag. It occurs to me that my jaw is unclenched and that invisible vice grip on my Trapezius is nowhere to be be found. I walk off slowly. I will be back.