The way that, when you’re riding the train in the early afternoon, the sun is so bright that the glare is all you can see and the wires above the tracks speed by like birds and how when another train goes by it goes so fast that when it ends it just sort of disappears from view in the blink of an eye.
Snow falling in early autumn. The leaves are orange and yellow and brown and still on the trees and I look out my window and see the snow falling all around the largest tree in the neighborhood and I stare, captivated, for a long time as it falls and falls and falls all around and onto the tree and slowly the orange and yellow and brown all turn to pure, blissful white.
