Why I Used to Love Trains (And Might Not Anymore)

I love train travel. I always have. I love the solitude of it, curling up with a book or idly looking out of the window watching trees, fields, buildings rush by. 

Long journeys are even more fun. For those hours, you are disconnected from the world, its requirements, its demands, its worries. That more than anything, is what I love, the peaceful solitude.

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