Today I took a train to meet my daughter in New York City. The ride awakened my senses and brought back teenage memories of trips on the train from Washington D.C. to Connecticut to visit my 3 grown up sisters every summer. Sometimes my brother would come, but most of the time I took the trip by myself. Every day on my way to work I drive a road that follows the train tracks for most of my drive. Today I watched out the window and I got a different view of the road, houses along it, the woods and the winding river.
I love the sound of a train whistle as it approaches a stop. I love the sound of a train as it lulls me to sleep. I love listening to the murmurs of conversation around me. I love having that time to get lost in a book or maybe two if it is a long train ride. I love having the solitude of catching up on my Podcasts that I never seem to have time for. I love having my arm around my adult daughter as she rests her head on my chest.