What the Train Window Taught Me
Travel does not always mean far away. Sometimes it means watching the landscape rearrange itself while you sit still.
I love the middle of a journey — not the packing, not the arrival, but the in-between.
On a train, the world edits itself: fields, towns, a flash of water, someone else’s laundry on a line. You are a guest of motion.
Small travels count
You do not need a grand itinerary to travel well. A new street, a museum afternoon, a weekend room with a different window — these also open the mind.
Bring a notebook. Leave room for nothing planned. That empty space is often where the real trip begins.