Are you familiar with the sentimental feelings when you sit on the train and you look out through the train window? I’ve experienced that yesterday, everything seemed to move fast, while it’s me who moved fast in reality.

Nothing stays still in life, everything moves, changes, one moment you can see it, but another moment it’s not there anymore. It was  5 hours train trip, 10 for its round trip!  so it was quite long. I’ve read around 200 pages of Yuval Noah Harari’s Nexus on that train. 

At some points of the routes I saw houses, modest houses, and they are built closely with the rail way. And I thought are they not disturbed by the noise from the train… Several times throughout the day and night. Then I understand that quiet space is a luxury. Sure .. I have noisy neighbors just across my house… But compared to the train their noise is minimal.

This sentimental feeling is carried with me up to this day, maybe it will wear off tomorrow or maybe in the next two days… But guess what a round trip of 10 hours by train is good for me. I really enjoy the hours of sitting quietly, and my to-do list is limited: sleeping, reading and just letting my mind wanders. I feel spacious.

Hmm… Spacious… Perhaps that’s a fitting word for February. Spacious. Let see…. Let see…

Karin Sabrina