*Train Station Between Here and Nowhere
So I had a free weekend coming up and I decided to simply get on a train to anywhere and travel until the sun came up.
When I awoke, I was the only one left on the train. As I stepped onto the platform I noticed a businessman with a bowler cap sitting on the bench reading a crumpled newspaper. He was smoking a long stem pipe and reading the paper through a monocle.
"Good Morning" I spoke a little bit drowsily. "Where are we?"
He looked at me as if measuring me for depth of conversation. "That depends" he spoke "Where are you headed."
"Nowhere in Particular, but I'd like to know where I am at the moment".
He frowned a little disappointed. "Well, you're halfway from here to nowhere. So you're almost there." He picked up the paper again and spoke from behind it.
"Just keep heading down those tracks and you'll be nowhere in no Time."
So I walked to the tracks and looked down into the distance where the rails disappeared into the fog.
I started walking down that rail line searching for something somewhere. I continued to walk and with every step the fog continued to shroud the rails ahead. No matter how far I traveled there was still fog obscuring my vision.
Eventually I realized that I really was Somewhere between Here and Nowhere.
Some mornings I feel that I still am. On those days, I just slow down and take a deep breath and then I hear the train whistling just around the corner ...
*Train Station Between Here and Nowhere
So I had a free weekend coming up and I decided to simply get on a train to anywhere and travel until the sun came up.
When I awoke, I was the only one left on the train. As I stepped onto the platform I noticed a businessman with a bowler cap sitting on the bench reading a crumpled newspaper. He was smoking a long stem pipe and reading the paper through a monocle.
"Good Morning" I spoke a little bit drowsily. "Where are we?"
He looked at me as if measuring me for depth of conversation. "That depends" he spoke "Where are you headed."
"Nowhere in Particular, but I'd like to know where I am at the moment".
He frowned a little disappointed. "Well, you're halfway from here to nowhere. So you're almost there." He picked up the paper again and spoke from behind it.
"Just keep heading down those tracks and you'll be nowhere in no Time."
So I walked to the tracks and looked down into the distance where the rails disappeared into the fog.
I started walking down that rail line searching for something somewhere. I continued to walk and with every step the fog continued to shroud the rails ahead. No matter how far I traveled there was still fog obscuring my vision.
Eventually I realized that I really was Somewhere between Here and Nowhere.
Some mornings I feel that I still am. On those days, I just slow down and take a deep breath and then I hear the train whistling just around the corner ...