Last weekend, I went to Portland. This is what transpired during my journey there.
[March 8, 2014]
The relaxing meadow for the mind
Rows and rows of trees
Families of bushes
A vast body of water
Creeping mountain of rocks
Mild and wet patches of grass
A long and murky river
Sprawling roots of naked branches
Endless power lines
Isolated homes
A bright red barn
Rain splattering the windows
Dark grey clouds looming above
Horses and cows kindly interacting
Birds perched upon jagged rocks
A woman waiting at the platform
Two children peering through the gates
An attendant walking by
Tracks that go on for eternity
The conversation between two people
The light breathing of a sleeping neighbor
Murmurs of voices from the other cart
Wonderful laughter echoing the space
The opening and closing of a door
The light rumbling of air conditioning
Voices crackling through the radio
The flip of a page from a magazine
The clicking of an ipod classic
Gentle rumbling of the engine
The iconic sound of an approaching train
The clicking and clacking of wheels on steel
Buttons being pressed on the phone
A story being told
A compliment being delivered
The silence of a child staring out the window
A breath of relaxation
Of appreciation of time
The train is speeding by the natural landscape
That changed from land to water
To land again
Passing by homes and farms
Leaving me to wonder what lives are led there
Faster and faster it goes
To keep with its promised schedule
The outside world is passing by quickly
Only viewing nature for a second
Gone in a blink of an eye
The sounds inside the train indicate otherwise
Of friends speaking to each other
Catching up, using spoken words
Ignorant of the purpose of electronic devices
The sound of leisure is ever so pronounced
Time to read a magazine,
Time to nap for a few,
Time to watch the landscape slip by
Sounds of relaxation grow louder and louder
Like there is no time for anything else.
We know what comfort sounds like
Speaking to us in a language we cannot hear
At work, in school, or at play.
Calmness speaks to all passengers
Telling us stories that have no meaning
Yet is meaningful all the same.
Reflective practice nags at our minds
But it needs not to nag
For the restful state of mind
Gently encourages and envelops us
In a soothing realm of comfort.
Worries and stress are lifted
Creating a light and easygoing being.
There is a reassurance that
A busy schedule and busy life can fade away
And is overpowered by a calm and relaxing life
Where time has no limits.
My train ride to Portland
A save haven for the body
The relaxing meadow for the mind.