Saying that our life is a journey is actually an over-used metaphor which is not the case to repeat once again to not trespass on total banality.
Nevertheless it’s one of the best abstract image to describe this mysterious path we are walking along, knowing it will end, but we don’t know when and the exact circumstances and definitely it’s better like that.
I like, without any metaphor, travelling by train, it’s probably the
most relaxing and enriching way to travel, of course if one can take a comfortable train and to have all the time on one’s side.
Nevertheless it’s one of the best abstract image to describe this mysterious path we are walking along, knowing it will end, but we don’t know when and the exact circumstances and definitely it’s better like that.
I like, without any metaphor, travelling by train, it’s probably the
most relaxing and enriching way to travel, of course if one can take a comfortable train and to have all the time on one’s side.
There are people who need to entertain themselves with something to cope with a trip by train, they must have their electronic devices they must have books, magazines, they must necessarily start a totally superficial chat, just to not be obliged to remain idle, sitting at their place, while the train runs.
I always take one of two books with me (not an e-book reader, I mean real books), but then at the end of the trip I realize I have read maybe only a few pages.
The matter is that when I travel by train I don’t need to do anything to entertain myself, but enjoying the essence of the trip.
I like imagining that the train is motionless, while all what I see from the windows, the landscape which changes constantly, is moving, like a film.
Many images get superposed; I can catch quick fragments of a possible story, people I can glimpse for a second, the quick image of a woman on the flowered balcony of a farmhouse, distant outlines of bell towers, bridges over invisible rivers, towns I won’t cross.
Children who look at trains from the bar of a level crossing, cows which lift up their head and glance lazily, chewing grass…children and cows are the greatest train spotters.
I let my mind fly, lulled by the monotonous and reassuring song of the train wheels.
There are so many details to perceive, to grasp and a lot of time to do that.
I always take one of two books with me (not an e-book reader, I mean real books), but then at the end of the trip I realize I have read maybe only a few pages.
The matter is that when I travel by train I don’t need to do anything to entertain myself, but enjoying the essence of the trip.
I like imagining that the train is motionless, while all what I see from the windows, the landscape which changes constantly, is moving, like a film.
Many images get superposed; I can catch quick fragments of a possible story, people I can glimpse for a second, the quick image of a woman on the flowered balcony of a farmhouse, distant outlines of bell towers, bridges over invisible rivers, towns I won’t cross.
Children who look at trains from the bar of a level crossing, cows which lift up their head and glance lazily, chewing grass…children and cows are the greatest train spotters.
I let my mind fly, lulled by the monotonous and reassuring song of the train wheels.
There are so many details to perceive, to grasp and a lot of time to do that.
Sometimes I take quick photos. Just to freeze moments. Strange things can happen in the magic world of train trips, when we can set our imagination free and to see all with different eyes, so we can discover something that
we would have probably missed under normal circumstances.
Look at that, please, my train has just stopped in a station, the stop would last just a couple of minutes, I keep on looking at my window and suddenly I notice two special travellers, waiting on the platform. One of them is tired, a globe trotter maybe, who shows his tattoos as a soldier could show the medals of his campaigns, but it’s the other man who must attract our attention…
He looks at ease, serene, he seems nearly to comfort the tired one…but please, follow my eyes and look at the poster on their back. Yes, it’s really like that, it’s THE SAME MAN!
He came out from the poster, it’s not any hallucination, you can see him too, he has the same clothes, it’s the same person.
I’d like knowing more…but the minutes are over, the train has just left again….
we would have probably missed under normal circumstances.
Look at that, please, my train has just stopped in a station, the stop would last just a couple of minutes, I keep on looking at my window and suddenly I notice two special travellers, waiting on the platform. One of them is tired, a globe trotter maybe, who shows his tattoos as a soldier could show the medals of his campaigns, but it’s the other man who must attract our attention…
He looks at ease, serene, he seems nearly to comfort the tired one…but please, follow my eyes and look at the poster on their back. Yes, it’s really like that, it’s THE SAME MAN!
He came out from the poster, it’s not any hallucination, you can see him too, he has the same clothes, it’s the same person.
I’d like knowing more…but the minutes are over, the train has just left again….
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