I love trains. I love people watching or gazing idly out the window while rolling past Japan's insanely beautiful countryside scenery or bustling city life. I love studying on a train without the distraction of my computer or dishes or laundry vying for my attention. I love allowing myself to be lulled to sleep by the gentle rocking of the train and automatically waking up at the station just before mine, a skill people seem to have from birth here. I love marveling at how man revises terrain to suit our needs when going through tunnels carved into hills/mountains. I love being on train platforms when a fancy-pants non-stop train blows through the no-reason-to-stop-here-hicktown station with the rhythmic ti-click ti-clack ti-click ti-clack and so much speed and power and wind in my hair that it leaves me feeling all breathless and invigorated. I guess what I'm saying is that I think trains are kind of sexy.
|27(1) - Leaving Tiny Town on a Friday Afternoon for a Study Date in Town with Myself|
(Taken on my iPhone, toyed with in Photobucket)
|27(2)/366 - Go By Train|
(Taken on my iPhone, toyed with - repeatedly - in BeFunkyPro app.
Couldn't choose one, so you get four)