notesinblue | companionship carried on a train whistle (Reply)

there is a train wailing in the rain softened distance, and i smile. you just left. you used the bathroom before going, saying that the longest train ever was sure to catch you if you didn't. i wonder - did it catch you anyway?

i use this space to lament, rage, and wallow a lot. i rarely think to use it in celebration. i have another journal for that. there's also the matter of being too happy to be bothered with such things when times are shiny. yet i feel like saying a happy word tonight.

i enjoy our time. i enjoy how comfortably the hours stretch. whether we play games, watch a story, talk, or just sit and share a moment. i feel steadied, relaxed, and happy. and i sincerely hope you do as well. it's an easy friendship, i have no other way to put it. it's not taxing. it doesn't leave me tired and drained like so many have. it's refreshing, both the relationship and the departure from what so many of my friendships have been like.

so i'm glad. and i can still hear the train whistle blowing, following you westward toward home. i listen to the sound and imagine you speeding down the darkened road with a smile on your face, your stereo merry and loud. i hear the sound, imagine, and i'm not alone at all.