Day Two - on the train

Day two, I'm back again, another quiet day on the train, nothing happening there at the moment. It's lovely and relaxing. The mood was lighter today. Whether people were over the Monday blues, or the depressed mood was all in my mind, I'll never know.

I should tell you a little about the trains I catch. I can catch a slow train or a fast train. This is how I define them anyway. Whether the fast train travels physically faster than the slow train, I don't know. It feels like it does.

The slow train takes a different route to the fast train. It travels east then south in the mornings, crossing the harbour bridge. I counted the stops at one stage, I think it was 15. On the slow train you get Sydney workers traveling to the city, mostly business people. The train is never crowded. I always catch the slow train in the morning. It's a lovely way to start the day.  In the evenings, I'm more likely to catch the fast train. The fast train is a country train, which travels on to Newcastle. It has a more diverse crowd. The people are louder, have more character & colour. Not always pleasant. If I were a little green tree frog I would piss on their feet to give them warts. As I'm not, I try and block them out to selfishly squeeze some 'me' time into my trip. The train travels west then north, it crosses the Parramatta River. I get off after three stops then catch my regular train, with 2 stops to go. The time difference between the fast and slow train is about 20 minutes.  20 minutes of extra blissful reading, quiet time in the mornings. :)

I need to catch flies for dinner, I'll try and post more later. ribbit.