The train is moving quickly. Its pace reminds me of the rate at which this silly thing called life passes us by, reminding me to soak up every second of this 90 minute ride north. I’m sure I’ve said it before, but there’s something about being on a train that makes me feel extremely relaxed and content. I’m thinking it’s the combination of the tempo and the speed of the train, mixed with the soft humming of the train rolling on the tracks. I also think there’s an aspect of surrender that thrills me; I have the ability to do nothing more than sit in the chair, staring out the window. Although my destination is clear, I have no worry about how I am getting there. And when peace replaces worry, it makes everything so much more enjoyable.
I’ve taken this road before, many times. However, I don’t feel as though it’s getting old. You’d think the monotony of it would cause a slight sense of dread at the thought of another train ride to Milwaukee; nope, no dread here. In fact, I try to avoid dread at all cost. I mean, even the word dread is far from appealing. It’s dead with an r, enough said. My main reason for hating dread is because it gets me nowhere. I’ve come to realize that dreading things only makes matter worse. I could wake up every single day and have a list of things that I’m dreading, both important and non-important, both big and small things. But what would that do; besides waste my time? Anyway, this train ride is the furthest thing from dread. I look forward to it every time and although I’ve seen the sights over and over, it doesn’t get old. There is no dread. Only thrill.
Thrill rushes through me like the train goes speeding down the tracks. I'm hoping this triggers more frequent postings. Cross your fingers...and I'll do the same.
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