Thanksgiving weekend
my first train ride home.
The station: Just what I imagined.coffered ceilings, pine benches, a giant clock, and a mural depicting an adolescent version of a western town
The train's motion: oddly like rafting down the river. where's the engine? better write that down.
The old people in the seats a couple rows back: Idle-old-people-gossip and a peculiar fluid friendlness with strangers. envious. determined to practice social skills with passengers at dinner. what's the right amount of eye contact.
The train bore me inexorably onward and the light faded through my window, as it fades in all places.\
asked the first official-looking person who walked past when the last time a train robbery occurred. He looked at me from over the top of his spectacles with the expression, "dude, I just punch the tickets and collect the trash", and said, "I dunno, maybe when the trains started getting faster than the horses."
When I arrived in SLC the mountains were silhouettes. The only distinct boarder was the ridge-line between the earth and sky, and I tried to remember what the foothills looked like.
In SLC there were lots of old friends and old jokes. I won the fastest "resident" of Cottonwood Heights in the 5k turkey trot. We had Thanksgiving dinner like we used to before I was away at ski camps every year. There were so many "it was good to see you"s and a couple of "it was nice to meet you"s which felt genuine.But the trip's over, and I'd best be getting back.
Read donne's words on parting: Though I must go, endure not yet a breech but an expansion, like gold to airy thinness beat.
all this travelling has me feeling like copper to under penny thickness beat beneath the wheels of a train
my first train ride home.
The station: Just what I imagined.coffered ceilings, pine benches, a giant clock, and a mural depicting an adolescent version of a western town
The train's motion: oddly like rafting down the river. where's the engine? better write that down.
The old people in the seats a couple rows back: Idle-old-people-gossip and a peculiar fluid friendlness with strangers. envious. determined to practice social skills with passengers at dinner. what's the right amount of eye contact.
The train bore me inexorably onward and the light faded through my window, as it fades in all places.\
asked the first official-looking person who walked past when the last time a train robbery occurred. He looked at me from over the top of his spectacles with the expression, "dude, I just punch the tickets and collect the trash", and said, "I dunno, maybe when the trains started getting faster than the horses."
When I arrived in SLC the mountains were silhouettes. The only distinct boarder was the ridge-line between the earth and sky, and I tried to remember what the foothills looked like.
In SLC there were lots of old friends and old jokes. I won the fastest "resident" of Cottonwood Heights in the 5k turkey trot. We had Thanksgiving dinner like we used to before I was away at ski camps every year. There were so many "it was good to see you"s and a couple of "it was nice to meet you"s which felt genuine.
Read donne's words on parting: Though I must go, endure not yet a breech but an expansion, like gold to airy thinness beat.
all this travelling has me feeling like copper to under penny thickness beat beneath the wheels of a train
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