Like Any Other Day

It was a day like any other day, and Anthony dreamt of being anywhere but here. A train could take him places he'd never been.

“All aboard!” cried the conductor.

Anthony stared at the train, then at the concrete beneath his feet as the engine roared, the horn sounded, and everyone onboard made their way toward brighter destinations.

Not today, Anthony, he told himself. Not today.

* * *

They were going to the ballpark. He'd planned to leave her there. The plan didn't make much sense, nor did he know whether he could follow through with it. He wanted to be free and yet feared what freedom might bring.

* * *

There's an episode of Star Trek where water makes people crazy. It's a horrifying thought. The idea that something we depend on could precipitate (so to speak) our demise is difficult to swallow (so to speak). Also, the acting on that show is so over the top. Those were different times.

* * *

Water flows. Today ideas are not flowing. It's a day like any other day, when I dream of being anywhere but here. My brain is the train. “All aboard!” it cries, but the coffee hasn't kicked in yet. Projects are my destinations, and there are many to visit.

* * *

A crow lands atop a pine tree outside my window, sits for a few seconds, then flies off to destinations of its own. Everyone is busy in life, until they aren't. Then others take over the work.

* * *

We were drinking mead and talking about college. Those days seem impossibly far away now, and yet the train of our imaginations can still take us there. We can sit there for a few seconds before flying off to other places.