Darkened windows, the lights flash by, streaks of communities, streaks of the infrastructure that control life. White, yellow, red!
A respite, the doors open to fresh Wellington air, Kaiwharawhara! The same to Linden, “pshhhhhh” the password and the doors open.
A lone ranger alights our mount. Finds his seat in the want of todays society, alone.
Pshhhhh! Tawa; and a passenger disembarks, leaving a loner’s spot, quickly snuggled by someone previously sharing!
The lights flash by once again, these late night trips permeated with stops at all stations, like foreplay on a weeknight.
The bleary eyed, the well oiled, the work-a-hardest heading homeward. Those lights flashing by the window once more, signalling our safety, our route, our journey.
A small part of that journey that is life! The choices we make that shape who we are and where we end up.
Not philosophy, simply an observation of the fact that is!
Today we opt to do, tomorrow we opt not! How this trip changes a life, or not!
I think of those on the London underground, bombed on their trip! How many of those on their normal route, or forced to that route by a signal fault, a delay, a missed connection. How many missed that horror, early by the grace of an appreciative manager, free-flowing traffic or a flippant early departure.
Pshhhhhh! Paremata. Pshhhhhhh! Pukerua. Pshhhhhh………… I travel on!
There but for my homeward journey go I! Having met and experienced such lovely souls this evening at my first Starfish function, a different path I am bound to travel.