Riding Happy
I assume this happens to everyone.
I’m hoping my assumption is correct
& if not … ?
errr.
um.
well.
Train tracks.
Every, single time I see train tracks, especially rural, gravel road type, train tracks, I get an indescribable feeling happening inside of me, a blast from the past, a deja vu, a warm, fuzzy happy.
It happens with bridge overpasses too.
But my feelings with bridge overpasses are different, random.
Some bring a feeling of glee,
others, absolute terror.
I know. It’s weird
&
it gets weirder.
Overpasses painted a light shade of blue, bring joy
& I have no idea why.
But overpasses with trains sitting on top = My. Worst. Fear.
YIKES.
I’m curious what will become of me if I ever encounter a light blue, stalled train overpass.
I’ll be emotionally torn, for sure.
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I often wonder where these feelings come from ?
& why are they so intense ?
Truth be told, I’m pretty darn positive, I was a hobo somewhere down the line, a vagabond riding the rails, living off the land.
There’s such a unique, complete happiness attached to those rural tracks, a way down deep inside type of bliss.
It’s wonderfully mystifying
& that train sitting on top of an overpass horror ?
Where in the world would I come up with that ?
Mom was terrified of tidal waves, Nephew has a fear of a plane falling from the sky and crashing into him,
Daughter and Niece are petrified of horses, Big Sis, volcanoes …
Unreasonable ?
Maybe.
But it’s little things like this that make me wonder about being here before, again.
I say I have.
I say I will
& if given a choice as to what I will do and where I will be, next ?
I’ll be riding happy.
For. Sure.
