Riding the rails

This is one of those posts that I could really write. Like, really write. Because if you can't get all poetic about trains, what can you get all poetic about? But I don't have the time to really write, so I'll leave you with some images. New York to Philly. Rainy day. Rivers. Cities. Towns. The gentle soporific chug of the engine. Fantasies about a cross-country (doesn't really matter which country) train trip. Conductors, even surly ones. Arriving in a new city. The promise of it all.