on the train
I've been feeling odd lately. Different. Happy, since the weekend was so great, but also different in an indefinable way.
I've been deliberately trying to be the last person to get on the train in the mornings, so that I can stand in the doorway and wave goodbye to Sebastian and Teri as the train pulls away. Sebastian blows kisses to me. It makes it harder to go, but I wouldn't miss it for anything.
This morning I watched them until they were out of sight. Then I found a seat.
I had a good book, I had some good music, but I didn't read or listen. Feeling strange, I leaned back and looked up into the gray sky. Couldn't tell you if I was happy or sad. It felt as if I were having a new response to old feelings, or new feelings from an old experience.
I looked up, and for a moment I saw myself flying with translucent wings in a sea of pale clouds.
I've been deliberately trying to be the last person to get on the train in the mornings, so that I can stand in the doorway and wave goodbye to Sebastian and Teri as the train pulls away. Sebastian blows kisses to me. It makes it harder to go, but I wouldn't miss it for anything.
This morning I watched them until they were out of sight. Then I found a seat.
I had a good book, I had some good music, but I didn't read or listen. Feeling strange, I leaned back and looked up into the gray sky. Couldn't tell you if I was happy or sad. It felt as if I were having a new response to old feelings, or new feelings from an old experience.
I looked up, and for a moment I saw myself flying with translucent wings in a sea of pale clouds.