Train ride

It's so funny to see the fall leaves fallen, flying through the air whipped by the wind as I sit, legs crossed tightly in this train's seat passing my childhood so swiftly it's so tiny this way speeding in a train going south past my life as a child. The church with its nursery school The train station The library and a yellow truck with a man in its bed heaving something slowly.

It's a strange thing to see my childhood whizzing past me so tiny and so fast.