I ride on many trains, some I know the destinations to and others I hopped on because why the hell not. Trains are rather calming as they zip by unfamiliar places filled with unfamiliar faces.
The unknowing is comforting.
Riding on trains can be nap time or a time of great thought and self reflections. It can be a time of conversation with someone with a heavy accent and clothes with foreign tags or a time of complete silence. It can be full of mind numbing Sodoku and Solitaire games or a time of creativity where words spill out of pencil tips.
But every ride is its own.
I sit where many other butts from all around the world have sat and you know what? I think that’s pretty freakin awesome.