I love the solitude I feel on trains
The feeling of moving away from something and going to something new
The lovely in-between where I don’t have to think
Where I hold onto infinite nothingness
Where I belong to no one and no city
Simple existing amongst the fellow travellers
When I arrive at my destination
Whether I am home or somewhere new
I feel a beautiful sense of renewal
The train is my place of worship
The journey in between; my religion
Never ending scenes of nature
I feel small but powerful
I am part of that temporary sweet nothing