The Day My Train Left Without Me
We’ve all been there. That heart-stopping moment when you see your train pulling away, leaving you stranded on the platform with nothing but the faint smell of diesel fumes and a healthy dose of regret. Just last week, this was me. I was running late, frantically trying to locate my train ticket in the depths of my overstuffed bag, when the doors closed with a hiss and the train began to move. My heart sank. “Great,” I thought, “just great. This is going to be a disaster.”
But then, something strange happened. As I watched the tail lights disappear into the distance, a wave of unexpected calm washed over me. The world didn’t end because I missed my train. In fact, the world seemed to keep spinning quite happily without me on that particular mode of transport.
With a newfound sense of freedom, I decided to make the most of my predicament. I spotted a cute little coffee shop across the street, the kind I always tell myself I’ll try but never do. Today, fate had intervened. I ordered a cappuccino and a delicious-looking pastry, settled into a comfy armchair by the window, and pulled out a book I’d been meaning to start. The sun streamed through the windows, the coffee was divine, and the world seemed to slow down.