The outward journey
As we neared Sackville on the train, i looked forward to looking down on the buildings from the glass observation car.
when i moved here 3 years ago, i didn't anticipate i would come to love it.. NB's red earth, flat mud, and wind swept grasses for miles.
our train came lumbering through the place where we last walked.
after the train security tracked me down for having crossed the invisible line into first class to visit mom and nan [i was only travelling coach], i decided maybe i'd better stick to my side of the train.
there i met jon; the emo kid suffering from sleep, deprived of his smoke breaks. highly talkative, he was a relief from the creepy old man who mumbles and has a black eye.
25 hours later, i arrived in ottawa.
As we neared Sackville on the train, i looked forward to looking down on the buildings from the glass observation car.
when i moved here 3 years ago, i didn't anticipate i would come to love it.. NB's red earth, flat mud, and wind swept grasses for miles.
our train came lumbering through the place where we last walked.
after the train security tracked me down for having crossed the invisible line into first class to visit mom and nan [i was only travelling coach], i decided maybe i'd better stick to my side of the train.
there i met jon; the emo kid suffering from sleep, deprived of his smoke breaks. highly talkative, he was a relief from the creepy old man who mumbles and has a black eye.
25 hours later, i arrived in ottawa.
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