Whither thou goest (Imagination)

Whither thou goest (Imagination)

I feel the wind change first, then spot the train. It thunders and screams into the station in a diesel-scented cloud. It shrieks to a complete, silent stop.

In one scenario, I impetuously board the train, pay the extra three dollars for the ticket and travel with nothing in mind but a change of scene and an adventurous heart.

In the other scenario, I stare at my feet, unmoving on the platform. It is not my turn to go. The train heaves away, and I ache as it slips small into the distance lost around the corner.