The bunk beds in a sleeping car provides a frugal comfort as I travel on. The rocking of the train and rhythm soon synchronize with my gentle heartbeat, and I drift into dreams taking me even further away. The sudden stop as we reach an unknown town wakes me, and I feel an uneasiness being briefly connected with morning rush as new passengers infect me with their stress. But as soon as the train starts moving again I fall asleep.
Hurried steps of earlier tardiness syncopate dawn disharmonies
My series of haibun brought me further into a railway trip. Sleeping onboard a train is a special experience. Waking up as the train is standing still early in the morning suddenly connect you with the outside world at irregular intervals.
Linked to Carpe Diem