There's something magical about it, the soothing, bouncy, rocking rhythm. The power lines look like jellyfish stingers stretched out. Wiggling. I'm seeing things I never would have seen if I hadn't come.
The horn just blew five times. The sky is yellow, orange, pink, and light blue. The mountains in the distance and clouds are all the same navy blue. It looks like a painting. If I pay attention to the sounds, I hear the rocks bouncing off the bottom of the train, the creaking leather shoes of the old man across and behind, the wind and someone flipping through a magazine.
The horn just blew four times. There are thousands of trees. The snow looks blue with the sky reflecting against it. The person across from me is talking. I like her. She doesn't talk much, just enough and she is quiet and sweet. I wonder about her life, she seems like she is trying to escape.
The horn just blew three times. The black lady in front of me is beautiful. She seems to be an alcoholic but I don't mind. She constantly drinks beer. I don't mind. She is pleasant. She smokes, which makes her voice crackle and you can hear flem coming up as she converses. I don't mind though because she is beautiful to make up for it. I heard her talking about getting drunk, money and her boyfriend. She likes action movies and is going on a diet when she gets 'home'.
Everyone has their window shades closed or nearly closed. I left mine open so I could stay up all night and watch the sky change. It's inspiring. The moon is still out. It looks like a half of a rubber bouncy ball.
The lady behind me looks to me like a university student. She is quite studious. She has a laptop with her as well as books, notepads, pens and strange food. She is eating something like hummus I think. I have wanted to talk to her ever since I got on the train but I'm too nervous.
The old man across and behind me is wearing beige slacks, creaky leather shoes, a plaid shirt, a grey jacket and has the most beautiful white leather bag with golden brown detailing. He has faded tattoos on his hands. This is a tattoo he had on his hand. I don't know what it is.
He is taking a few different types of pills right now. Earlier I saw him drink a greyish- brown thick liquid from a 2L sprite bottle. I wonder is it was polyjuice potion...? I asked him for the time a while ago. He had a lovely, raspy voice.
The lady in front of me and to the left is elderly. She is knitting. It's very sweet looking. I don't know what it is supposed to be but the yarn is a thin, silky, light blue color. I wish I brought some knitting.
The sky is getting pinker. I got about three hours of sleep last night. It's a 15 hour train ride.
The lady across from me said that if I went to the canteen she would give me money to get her a water. I'm not hungry now but I may get something later. The train just whistled three times. The sky is really pink.
The train is stopping. Is this my stop? This doesn't look like St. Lambert. There is a huge field with a tree all by itself. I like it. The sky is pink, yellow, orange and blue and the clouds are purple and pink and some are yellow. It's spectacular.
The horn just blew six times. My wisdom teeth are coming in and it hurts like a bitch. For a 10 day trip all I packed was a small book bag and my purse and I met a lady at the train station in Moncton who was going away for three days and had a suitcase and big bag. I laughed.
There is this old lady on the train who I've decided to call Old Yeller. She is the loudest person I've ever heard. I barely slept because of her. She is really quite funny though. She went and smoked with some young adults, played poker( almost played strip poker until advised against it), and told the best stories. She can't read or write and she has a son who is 47 years old and has never drank or smoked before. I like her for being ignorant and accidentally funny.
We are almost in Montreal. YAY! Old Yeller is saying how jobs are hard to find. I could not agree more. The sun is out fully now and it's insanely bright. This is a fun train ride.
The black lady offered me candy. I said no but I wish I said yes. Soon I'll be in St. Lambert. I'm hungry again. The sun is so fantastic. It's always a perfect circle, unlike the moon. I like the moon though.
I just smiled at the black lady so I could see her smile. Wow, she is stunning.
When I was little I used to think the train was huge but it feels so small now.
Oh, I have a funny story, Last night I was peeing in one of the train bathrooms and this teenage girl walks in on me. I was embarrassed but it was friggin' hilarious.
We are on a bridge. This feels like Quebec. There are mountains full of trees to my left. There are so many trees it looks like fur. It looks like a lumpy, furry cat. I'm bored. There is a man with a guitar sitting beside the black woman now. He played his guitar last night.There was an announcement, "Live entertainment, guitar on the sky deck". I didn't go. the girl across from me is doing crossword puzzles. She did them for at least eight hours.
I love the train. I get to take it back to Moncton on the 12th. I'm gonna bring more food next time. My stop is in two minutes.
I was in such a rush to get off the train and see my mom I forgot to say goodbye to the black lady, the lady across from me, the guitar man, the creaky shoed old man, the old woman and Old Yeller. Oh well. I'm sure they will understand.
Until next time, Ciao.
Sillabub
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