My morning walk the other day was blessed with a new occurrence, I’m out in nature and I met the train. I guess I didn’t really ‘meet’ the train, I was strolling along the path and the train came along. That’s probably not completely true either, I wasn’t ‘strolling’ but actively forging along the path, marching at a brisk pace. Regardless, I was there, the train was there. No surprise I guess as the path is beside the tracks.
Normally all I encounter is solitude and birds, and that’s just how I like it. Take this morning for example, I stopped for a coffee at my latest fave and pondered, sit inside or out? Out is nice, the sun is shining and the air is fresh, but the seating area is on the sidewalk adjacent to parking and the street noises of the nearby road are becoming more active and bordering on annoying to me. While it’s not completely quiet in the shop it’s music that’s dominant and not the whooshing of tires and constant traffic sounds. Inside it is.
I’ll be forging onward soon, back to the quiet of ‘the path’ and away from the activity of man. Somehow I feel more at home there. My thoughts will wander and my train of thought may move from locomotives and lean toward Madden.