Traveling

Travel-make a journey, typically of some length or abroad.

As far as I recall, I often found myself in transit between one point and another.  My parents divorced when I was two.  My father left our home wondering if he would ever see his son again.  The unknown had set upon his mind and made him doubt and worry.  So it happened that I did see him again, many times and I lived with him for many years.  I spent many hours traveling between homes spending summers and vacations with each parent.

            I found myself riding the Amtrak Acela Express between New Jersey and Boston.  Traveling stirred my blood and gave me hours by myself to sit and think. I would look out the window and watch the world pass by in a blur.

            The window seat on an airplane is the best, especially after takeoff or right before landing once you drop below the clouds.  Looking through the two-panel window made of plastic and gazing over the wing of the airplane and the hearing the hum of the engine.  Tiny houses begin to appear all clustered together, the baseball diamonds look like fields for ants to play on. The best is at night when the lights of the cities illuminate the dark skyline and the hum of the world continues despite the hour.  People are constantly in motion, ever moving and ever changing in their travels.