Suspended between two worlds, train travel offers me the chance to just be
The train car feels like no place at all. It grants silence, anonymity and the time to let my thoughts flow
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Open this photo in gallery:Illustration by Ellie ShimShareSave for laterPlease log in to bookmark this story.Log InCreate Free AccountFirst Person is a daily personal piece submitted by readers. Have a story to tell? See our guidelines at tgam.ca/essayguide.The train rattles on, through flat brown countryside, past industrial yards and factories. The journey, from Toronto’s Union Station to Montreal’s Gare Centrale, is interrupted by stops in suburban cities with their modern concrete stations and slow crawls through small towns, their old brick stations shuttered or dark. At one point in the trip – about the length of a few deep breaths – the train seems to suddenly lift off and fly along the stony shores of Lake Ontario.
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