With worrying ease, the romance I once held for train journeys has died. The culprit? A daily commute. It’s not so much the jolting motion on the tracks, nor the length of time spent onboard, and certainly not my destination. It is simply the familiarity of it all.

The whistles and bells which once stirred up memories of childhood novels, and bumpy crossings are now merely background noise to the humdrum commute and chattering of fellow passengers. iPods and Pads, muffled bass tones void of lyrics, seeping from headphones. 

Things change, and it seems change comes around quickly when we become familiar. Perhaps one day the romance of the train will return, but that is sure to be a day when I am not commuting. 

Image from here.

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