Train

Sitting in the train, Dave Matthews playing on my new toy, the book for Book Club on the seat beside me. Staring out the window at the Swiss countryside on this improbable summer day in late October. I lose myself in lyrics, in colors on the hillside, in this rare solitude. I want to stay on the train as it approaches my station, to stay in this place - quiet, still, alone, the sun through the window, me. Silence. The rattle of the train, the music, a passenger coughing, they add up to a silence in which my mind can wander.