I love journeys by trains. I love railway stations. I love the anticipation, the sound of numerous shuffling feet as the head of the train approaches the station I am waiting at, the (always) cold bars on the windows, the waving goodbyes.
My overnight journeys home are always cherished. The train reaches my station only at 6 am. However, I will be awake by 4:30 am, to catch lives waking up all along the way.
* The early morning breeze - intoxicating and in my hair!
* The green fields, cold, with morning dew
* The vehicles waiting at railway crossings, with their beaming eyes
* The sun rising slowly, casting long golden lines on trees and thatched roofs
* The newspaper boys and tea-coffee boys in the train
My best train moment was when I went to see-off my brother once. I was leaving the weekend after that and we wouldn't be seeing each other for another 2 years. After we found his seat, I put on my sister-cloak and asked him not to budge.
I walked back along the train, sad and wanting to hug him again. I was tempted to look back and when I did, there he was at the door, peering out. We have never waved so crazily like the way we did that night, oblivious to everyone in the whole wide world.
Do you have a train-moment to share?
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