Conclusion to a Train Blog

I have waited entirely too long, but I wont let that keep me from properly wrapping up this civic experiment.

I believe it to be a success. This was an endeavor well worth my time and effort. In fact, it was one of the highlights of my summer.

It was the enjoyment. The fun of it. In the end the value was not economic. The environmental impact of one guy riding the train is not something to make a big deal about. It was the pleasure of watching the grass and trees ride by my window as I listened to my favorite tune, or as I wrote my little thoughts in my little black book. The mere activity of doing something for the sake of soaking up an experience–the walking and the riding and the listening and watching and writing. It was a pleasant work–a soft stretching of the mind and body.

Deep truth? Earth shattering realizations? Sure. Lots of them. But there was a poetic happening to the experiment that gave me a distinct confidence in my ability to see. Maybe it was the passivity of sitting on a train. I was allowed to sit back and be.