Typing on a train
Something to get used to, that's for sure. Riding in on a train to New York there is time to kill, and the scenery isn't exactly worth gluing my eyes to. I'll have lots of times like these.
On a train on its way to some next town, and me with time to kill. Sometimes I’ll read, or nap, or wind up in conversation. Sometimes though, will be like this, where I pull out Zula and type. Maybe some thoughts of the moment, maybe some idea that I wanted to work up and, well, now’s a good time.
And there’s still time yet, for something else to say.