We pass through a station. Above the city, how splendid the sky is without the sun! It’s a much better view when it’s not blinding you – or frying you. In a closed room, the tranquility in my bones reports that it is not around. The new moon tonight is a bonus.
Most of what happens to people is beyond their control. But I am not human, and for me the one-way journey is both my escape and the end in itself. It provides the control that the living lack. And it means that, no matter what happens to me, my reaction is all my own.
In that way, I’m a traveler most unlike you.