Train of Thoughts

“Oh no, caught again!” The town of Gainesville is split by a train track. When I drive there to shop, it’s not unusual to have to wait on a train. If it’s Amtrak that’s OK. It’s just a couple of engines and a few passenger cars, but if it’s a slow freight you can sit there for 10 or 15 minutes. When that happens, I look for an escape route. Usually there’s not one so I sit there in frustrated silence watching the graffiti-adorned cars edge by. The last time this happened it occurred to me, how often during a busy day do I have such perfect alone time. Instead of being annoyed, I need to appreciate those few minutes of meditative rest. Used rightly they can do wonders for the attitude.