The shadow overtakes the foliage like a painter’s brush blotting the darker hues in the pallet.
Blots of deep green run across the leaves as they reach for the train.
The train is an infant’s mother. Rocking and rocking.
Heads bob along.
The loud hums of the engine drown out the sounds of the city.
My eyes scan the the storefronts, the outdoor cafes, the strollers and dog walkers.
What is on their agenda for the day?
With whom are they meeting?
Are they strolling through this autumn day or following a daily routine.
Music plays through my earbuds
Thoughts of daily deadlines swirl through my mind.
The announcement reminds me of my approaching destination.
My day begins as I long await another unraveling story during my evening commute.
my senses are a time machine
they lasso me back to the 80’s
to my childhood
whether it is a summer morning
lit up with bright sunshine
being serenaded by the cardinals’ melodies
I am sent back to summer break riding my bike to the pool
or an October evening with an Autumn breeze as warm as June
my footsteps crunching down the block
I am sent back and a smile grows across my face.
Now, it is the fireplace aroma grabbing me
with lightening speed back to winter break
sledding in frigid air on metal disks
and the late afternoon dim light
I see the tiny white lights on the trees
lined down the village streets
the warmth of this memory hugs me
my bank is full
it is almost bursting at the hinges
my senses are the combination that unlocks my safe
its contents remind me
life is good!