All aboard Amtrak

 Boston to New York. 

Snippets of lives flying by.

A crisp fall afternoon.

Families.

Fishing, golashes, sweaters, picnics.

Kids. Crying.

Goodbyes on the platform. Hellos.

Trees keep this separate from that.

Then a break. And the worlds seep into each other.

For a second. 

Blink and you'll miss it.

Put down the phone. Stop emailing. Stop texting. 

Just look.

Look.