




Train rides are a romantic throw- back, and these little towns, both the suburbs and the ex-urbs, are so lovely when viewed from the windows.





Train rides are a romantic throw- back, and these little towns, both the suburbs and the ex-urbs, are so lovely when viewed from the windows.





There is a point in life when we realize that there is more behind us than ahead.
We have come to the juncture when we won’t squander our time or reconfigure who we plan on being.
This may sound grim to those of you who still can experiment on your life’s path. Know that it is not.
It is a different kind of luxury.
For me, it’s a reflection-point. I am grateful for getting this far.
It is an unimaginable age; aka one I never thought of as being old because I was sure that 30 or 50 were old.
I have grown into my own true self. And I can still learn more about who that self is.
Here I am with less time and lots of time on my hands. All the time in the world.



The colors are muted on this bleak day.





The canopy of green is just emerging, sort of all of a sudden.
Walking past favorite haunts feels different in the light of a grayish day.






I am mulling a recent experience with a woman who felt that her 5 hours earning didn’t warrant a three-hour trip to work.
She is right. The time in transit guts deeply into her salary. However, as I recall, the commute can have salutary benefits.
On a train-plane-or-bus you are free to read or watch videos. Entertainment or education can be gleaned from these media. But you knew that.
It’s a time to learn a new language. Acquiring a bunch of different languages is a thing now. Really. Polyglots are said to be smart.
My wife said you work at… that’s at least an hour. My office tried to get us back….
Overheard post-Covid millennials on an elevator ride
Of course, you can use your time wisely to study any subject that interests you.
I am perpetually behind in my reading and sometimes my watching as well. Time to catch up.