On Down The Line

In all this time I guess I never questioned why we never came across a street crossing. I must have ventured these tracks a good 25 miles by now and hadn't recalled a single one. As bizarre as the thought seemed, I began remembering the way the trees looked as I stared out the train car. I began studying the tree line and all the little details about it. The trees began to look more compacted together. I had a hard time catching a glimpse of anything outside beyond, but it seemed I could vaguely make out a glimpse of sunshine on the other side. This of course must have been my imagination, seeing as though the sky became thick with overcast, and began to lightly mist.

The sky grew darker, the farther down the line the long haul freight went, as the sun looked as though it had seen its last light of the day. The land the train had entered now, looked nothing like the world I knew a short time ago. That new world seemed alien to me, I was a newcomer there in that strange land. I took one more swig from the bottle that had become near and dear to my heart. I laid back in that broken down train car, resting my head on my rucksack and closed my eyes.