Baby I was born on a train

Morning, E-word. Just got back from NYC this morning. I'm really loving travelling by train, there is something truly nostalgic about it, harking to a time that I never really new but can kind of understand. Trains are leisurely, a kind of get there when we do mode of transportation. There are fast trains for sure, but no train compares to a jet. The scenery is very different on trains too. When I pay attention, what I see is rewarding on a very small level. I've seen beautiful things flying on jets (last summer on the way to Seoul, I flew over some amazingly beautiful marshes in Northern Canada. It's like a swampland up there, shimmery and brackish green), but there is detail along trainlines. Certainly most of it is not really 'pretty', but there is so much variety.

Snow is coming today, and I feel it in my bones. It's not a comfortable feeling, really, waiting for pressure changes and the like. E-word, I'm feeling very reflective today. That is another thing I like about train rides, it's very conducive to thought. In a lot of ways I feel like an aimless townie that through various pressures is being forced to be less provincial. Some aimless people go to Prague, but I preferred reading books on the deck of my parents suburban home. I never really had to go anywhere. Amazon.com made all books easily available, there was a nice hilly nature center right behind my house, and I had plenty of space for my guitars. I was basically set. Oh, except for loneliness, of course, that had to be assuaged somehow.

I don't know, trains and the G* leave me reflective. Hope things are well with you in De_B, that the flat midwestern scenery fills you with something.