Every time I see train tracks I feel a longing inside me, a yearning that I cannot explain.
A train ride, that’s the only time I know for sure where I am going.
There is no turning left or right, it’s a straight line to my destination.
The in between is filled with moving pictures. People, cars, and houses pass by my window for a short while. The world outside doesn’t stand still while I am moving.
I can’t help but think about leaving right now, to a place far away with peace and harmony, to a place where people get along.
Rochelle Wishoff-Field, the brilliant author, and blogger gives a new photo prompt every Wednesday. The Friday Fictioneers is a 100-word challenge. “Make every word count,” that’s the idea behind it and sometimes, like today, it’s indeed a challenge when I want to go on and on. 🙂