Nic Narrates

Sometimes in the morning, after my train has dropped me off in the burbs, when I walk the 10 minutes or so to my office, an oncoming freight train approaches from the north.

Walking toward it, I wait as it meets me on the bridge where the sidewalk narrows over the road full of haplessly racing commuters below.

I wonder what it must be like for the engineer to see someone walking so close by. I wonder if he worries more, as I do, in wintertime about someone slipping on the icy sidewalks. How easily someone might fall.

And then I close my eyes and feel the whoosh of the wind it creates as it passes within a few feet of me. My hair is tossed behind me, my eyelashes flutter, and something about it makes me feel….alive.

Filed under: in transit, Just Another Day in Crazy, quiet desperation by Nic