I quite like trains. I like sitting in the window seat and watching as the world flies past. Watching fields and towns getting swept away almost to fast to take in anything that’s happening.
I like train stations, where everyone has a story. Everyone’s going somewhere, doing something. I love looking at people and trying to guess what their story is, where they’re going, what they’re doing. Making up stories for people is something I do all the time, and I don’t notice I’m doing it.
I like sitting on train platforms and looking over across the station, watching trains go past, so fast that you can barely see them.
I like sitting next to the window, with another half an hour left, just thinking about the world. About anything and everything. There’s a book in my bag, but I’m fine without it. I don’t need to read another story, not while there’s so many in my head already.