I am writing this on a high-speed Eurorail, or is it a Eurostar train, taking me and my cousin to Paris from Amsterdam.
My cousin seemed to be lost in her own thoughts.
Maybe she is thinking about how we almost missed this train (we gave too little time to reach the train station, and then we stood on the wrong platform for ten minutes). Maybe she is thinking about Amsterdam or Paris.
Me?
I had come with a fluffy dream of looking out the train window and reliving some Before Sunset movie scenes without remembering that we booked a late evening train; therefore, it’s mostly just darkness and my own reflection that I could see when I dreamily looked at the window.
The Fray has been playing on my iPhone on repeat.
Someday I will take Eurostar during day time.
Meanwhile, life is good.
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