Stillness through motion.
The world outside the train is white. Light snow has been falling since we hopped off Manhattan. Hours stretch into one another. Short stops in small towns break the rhythm of blurred fields, skinny trees, icy water and dull skies.
Penn Station was true to itself, a zoo, wild characters and wandering travelers. People hunched on cell phones and chewed donuts. Now wi-fi is spotty at best and they are eating on-board hot-dogs that cost more than my laptop.
The ride will last eleven hours. We will have traveled from New York City to Montreal. In the same time, we recently flew from London to Cape Town.
The world’s vastness is relative.