Strangers on a train

Right now, I am reading two books about trains. Sitting on the porch with a glass of Grüner Veltliner from pretty Langenlois in Niederösterreich, it is hard to think of a better place than right here to wait out the pandemic and to think about journeys past and future. While the decadence is soon interrupted by the kids, I think about formative years and experiences, how we come to ascribe meaning to different things, like those train journeys that for others are just means of transportation.