The train

I can feel the train moving past me right now. I can see it in the ripples of my tea, hear the wheels on the track. There's a plane on approach to boston above me right now. A barking dog interrupts the steady flow of white traffic noise from the highway around the bend. We're movers and shakers, aren't we. I'm very content right now to sit here cross legged, knowing that I'm not going anywhere at all except off to a good nights sleep. Hopefully I'll dream about my night of snuggling with my babies and Ted. Hopefully I'll dream about my beautiful life.