Passionate prattle from the train

Amang the train, there is a swain

I dearly lo’e mysel’

What am I doing on this train? This train is great. It’s winter and spring is coming. This train takes me from where I live to where I work. It takes me away from one place to another and back again. I can’t wait each day to see what will be new at each stop.

The places are the same, but the times are different. It really is amazing how the places change from time to time. You may say that they are the same, that it’s a place you can always come back to, and it’s still as you remember it–but, it’s not.

It’s different. It’s new and not the same. It’s a new time. It really is amazing each new moment in time.

If you are listening to the Red Priest, Antonio Vivaldi, you might be hearing his Four Seasons. A collection of pieces of music that changes from beginning to end. It represents places in time, the year. They say he had a feeling for melody and texture in his music. I say he had a penchant for recognizing that every year we have a group of constant reminders that times are a-changing.

The year is always there. It’s something you can count on. The people and events of each year come and go, but rest assured the year will always be there. And with each year, one can count on the seasons of the year as one’s perennial visitor, a pilgrim, if you will, on a mission to remind us that change is coming. We are rest assured with the changing seasons that things are and time is new, different, changing to a new moment in our lives that has never been.

Yes, another year, another day, in the same place, but what makes this day, this moment in this same place so unique and amazing is that it has never been here before. This is what all the crazy people are saying. They’ve been saying it long before Lucio wrote its soundtrack. Every moment in time is a juncture that we have choose to refashion our world or stay the same and do nothing at all. If we listen to the anthem of the train, the chorus of our providence, we will see that every new moment is a moment for us to behold, grow, love, change, fail, and triumph.

What am I doing on this train? The train is coming to the last stop of the day. It’s not the last stop in this life. It’s another moment in time for me to feel the texture of love and to be dazzled by you, life.