Transported

April first brought sun, no joke. At one point I went outside to my swing. This particular spot is enclosed and it was a complete bucket of sunshine. So incredibly warm, I closed my eyes and basked in it. A train rolled by and I was swept away to another place. I was a child, no shoes, running through a field. Then I was on my mom’s lap, clearly too old to be there, but enjoying the security I felt. Then the train whistle blasted several times and I was in my Gramma’s back yard, watching the train lumber by. The echo of the rails had me in our two story house playing with dolls feeling the slight shake of the train. I remember thinking how long does it take for the train to go by? As the noise became softer, I was brought to the subway and a daily commute that was so familiar.

After the train was gone, a timeline followed of how I got here. So many stages. A young wife and momma, a bustling house of teens, a pool full of children, when it was just a plank to get in. My own mother in a kiddie pool was my kids. My husband and my dad playing ball in the yard, with a dozen children. I remembered the first swing set in the front yard, it was replaced by the play-set hubby built in the side yard. I went without siding for a year, a floor for a year. So many changes.

A little bit of nature and sun was all I needed. It took me away. It made me thankful. It brought me happiness, carved a path through mementoes of sweet moments. I wonder when the next train goes by. I know there is one around 10:30. That is the one I used to get on to go to sleep before google was invented. Now I go to sleep to waves crashing, sometimes I do use train sounds. Now I know why. A trigger for happiness! Like homemade bread or an old song…