Runaway train

I took the train into town the other day, just for the fun of it.
16 glorious minutes each way. My kids loved each one. As did I.

The journey was the thing. We weren't desperate to get somewhere, or worried about missing a connection.

Sometimes I've felt like I'm running to catch up with the train of life, or impatient to get to a destination, or even desperate to get off because it's going too fast.

But the journey was the thing.

As we got back on the train the guard took a look at the three of us, then at the packed train, and promptly led us out of the carriage, up the platform and put us in first class.

What a guy.