There’s a lot to love about a train ride. The ease of walking on and turning your brain off, stretching your legs, and pulling up a book, video game, or some other form of entertainment, perhaps even a pen and paper or drawing pad for the artistically inspired among you. I love the rumble of the rails, the scenery passing from urban to rural, small towns, forests, plains, factories, scrolling past like conveyor belt sushi for my eyes. I can imagine my life in every place I pass with as much or as little attention as I desire. The rails transport me with consistency, predictability, and inevitability.
Mariners take the train to Fall Short Station, lose 6-4
