Evening Train

“Home again, home again, jiggity jig”

As another week comes to a close, people spill out of high-rise buildings onto the pavement, including me.  It’s 4:30 and I’m running to catch my train!  I hate running.  I never do it.  But to catch a train, I’ll make an exception.  At the transfer station, I get on the commuter train.  Middle car, top deck, hopefully somewhere nearer the middle.  It’s quieter in the middle.  The chatty Kathie’s re-hash the weeks accomplishments and failures.  Thinking out loud, co-workers gossip and toss around ideas to each other.  Me, I don’t want to hear any of it.  I believe in leaving work at work and home at home.  And your feelings at the door.

As I settle in for the 45 minute ride, my eyes close.  The city begins to roll away.  Skyscrapers with their glass facades and cars backed up on the freeway.  Goodbye, city life!  I’m on my way to two days of country life, aka, the weekend.  Blue sky, green trees, no traffic.  Finally, I can actually see the sky – blue and smeared with cottony clouds.  The train rocks back and forth as though it is trying to soothe an inconsolable baby.  A nap would be nice.  My headphones drown out most of the ambient noise, although, I can hear some chatter and the PA system calling out the stops.  Drifting, lucid dreams begin to take shape.  Or maybe they are just thoughts.  Either way, images and ideas float around on beams of streaming sunlight shining in through the window.  I keep my sunglasses on, breathing easily, I’m certain I snore softly.  Thankfully, today, no one is sitting by me.

“Home again, home again, jiggity jog”