the train

my friend just called me from the train. she was moving along tracks somewhere in northern manitoba and i was on my porch on solid ground. i know what sounds she is hearing and how the train will move back and forth while she sleeps. i know how in the morning they will start announcing calls for breakfast and the peace that comes with sitting in the dining car eating overpriced eggs while looking out over the prairies. i know the tired smile that creeps up because the person across from you is a stranger you have made friends with while travelling. she is working so i know it's not the same for her, but i can't help but think of it. the day i took these photos i wrote john and told him that i had found train tracks next to a rising moon and a setting sun and that a passenger train went by and i realized i wasn't on it.




i listened to damian rice today while drinking a latte with a small amount of chocolate in it. it hurt a little. and i love that it did.