Punctuality is not valued enough. Or maybe I am a neurotic who cannot imagine being late. Well, I can imagine it actually, but the very idea of it makes me shiver. Me? Being late? Nah, it must be a joke! I don’t hate people who have the habit of not checking theirs watches, though. I simply condemn such behavior. When I have an appointment I like to be at agreed place earlier without a hurry and have at least a few minutes to take a breath.
At the railway station I need a time to buy a ticket and check the platform where the train waits for me. I always hope for a place by the window. You already know why. But the wild animals are not the only reason to be so excited about taking good sits. There is much more magic!
I am already accustomed to solitary walks around the city. There was a time I listened to the music during this walks. I was passing the shop windows, bakeries and bookstores. The changing landscape was reflecting in my eyes but I couldn’t see anything. The music absorbed me immediately. I wasn’t really there. The staves designated the paths through the Land of the Sounds.
This happens every time I put my headphones on, also in a train. Therefore I prefer to listen to the sound of the surroundings. Otherwise I would feel like I am missing an important part of the journey. The train sets its own hypnotic rhythm that I find alluring.
In the season of winter thaws and in the early spring the water floods the meadows and ditches. When the Sun goes down the afternoon light reflects on the surface of water and pleases the eye. That light has a unique color. Just before dusk the Sun grazes everything it encounters: trees, houses and faces. In the summertime you can be lucky enough to see a stork. The sunlight allows you to read books until late evening. Out of curiosity each day I check the exact hour when I am no longer able to see the letters. Amazing how long the day can be!
In the glow of the Sun I espy old houses with roofs covered with moss. Near the roads there are crosses reminding of the tragedies of former days. Far away from the sight you can hardly see hunting blinds. The road runs through the minor railway stations that are forgotten and neglected. All of them share common traits: rusty tracks and decaying concrete constructions that are overgrown with weeds.
At nights I wonder where all the light comes from and why I can’t stop staring through the window…
* The title refers to the Polish song of Czerone Gitary and then Maryla Rodowicz titled “Remedium”.
Be aware! The clip is kinda old and sometimes creepy… Enjoy!
I rush for a lot of appointments and tend to miss these details of my trip. The descriptions of your observations are so vivid. The imagery is familiar and I feel like I’m reliving it with a clearer view. It’s a very convincing argument to consider punctuality and enjoy the ride.
People like you make my life more meaningful. I appreciate that you’ve read my post with attention and I’m glad it makes you think about your life, too. It makes me really stronger and convinced that creating this blog wasn’t a bad idea after all. Thank you!
I don’t understand the words but I like the tune!
The song is in Polish. The text tells the story of leaving the problems and all worries behind you. My translation from Polish to English won’t be stunning, because I am not a poet, but at least you will now the meaning. The chorus (more or less): Just take any train, don’t take care about your luggage or the ticket, clutch the green stone in your hand and watch how everything is being left behind. It’s kinda old Polish song but also one of the most popular. Literally everybody knows it, children and elderly people as well. I’m glad you’ve enjoyed it! :)
Thanks!
you and i think and see things the same way! its a wonder what a little attention to the detail of our surroundings can do..it can change an hour long of a journey into an enriching experience!
I am so glad we agree! Paying attention to the smallest things make me really happy. I feel like I am able to make every single thing special and fill it with a meaning.
yes :) if only all of us could see things the same way..then we would never get bored
Indeed!
Time anoraks of the world unite. And synchronise watches! Wonderfully evocative piece of writing. I look forward to reading more.
Thank you for such a nice comment! I do appreciate it!
hi…I love the way you describe the story. It’s remind me my night journey across the country where the only thing that I saw was the only blinking lamps from distance and guess what…? basically we have same feeling about this…I was wondering where all the light comes from and why I couldn’t stop staring through the window…
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Great story loved the pic
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Thanks for writing :)
Tina
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I am exactly the same. What is it? Know they enemy, know thyself? The early bird gets the worm, that’s it, it’s about comfort zones and all that. May you always be inform of time. Kristin.
Misspelling from spell checker, it can get ahead of me!
May you always be in front of Time. So!