Train Part 2

Yes its overly romantic, but how often does our generation get to enjoy the glory of the Sound slowly tiding by as you sip a whisky ginger and snack on some pretzels. We are often blinded to the glory and simplicity of our surroundings by the height of a plane and the ants below.

Seattle was lovely…well, hilly. We are spoiled in Portland with our flat streets and more bike routes than most people know what to do with. I enjoyed the walking though. In reality, it wasn’t so far off from the Portland downtown I am used to. One corner you have buttoned up banks and business suites, another filled with strolling hipsters and stagnant starbucks, or you get the faceless homeless and the anxious missions. As in Portland, you only have to walk a handful of blocks to experience it all.

I find peace on the train. The rockiness makes anyone look like they could be drunk, so I don’t feel bad ordering my third vodka ginger…within the hour. I am writing. Isn’t that how it works?

The sun is still out at 7:30pm. About 12 hours since I boarded the train on my way.

I could be looking at the rolling hills of Tuscany with the way I am feeling right now.Everything feels beautiful. Everything feels new.

It is strange how though I have never ridden a train, the sound, motion, and aesthetic of it is as comforting as the sound of cars on a busy s.e. street at 2 am. It is urban, it is natural. I feel at home.