jane on train

    Jane sat by the window, it was such a luxury, just sitting there watching the scenery zing by.  She'd bought a round trip ticket, it would have been cheaper to go by bus, there was barely any money left after the price of the ticket, she was starting to feel silly. There with her pack on her lap, no real destination in mind, no real reason to be going other then the vague notion that the city would do her good. she'd heard a rumor that one of the art museums she'd always been interested in had free admission of Friday, and the other was suggested donation.  she'd packed lunch and tea and sketchbook and journal saved up for two weeks. . . . and rather then being on the edge of her seat with excitement, she felt silly and alone, watching the mountains give way to the river and more and more buildings, like the city was something slowly spilling up stream. . . .