#maccarese is like the ring holding the two worlds together. the road between it and rome is full of tunnels and they make my head

[theophagie-remade]

This past year and a half I haven't missed commuting per se, because I happily and gladly made do without waking up at the crack of dawn and sitting down and standing up and sweaty people pressed against me and avoiding creeps at the station and running and begging the railway gods for punctuality and then doing it all over again hours later, physically and mentally exhausted, but I miss the quiet days. I miss the train's journey to its first stop in the early morning when everything was still dark and the wagon was still mostly empty and I needed some more time to start feeling like a person again. I miss looking outside the window and looking at the countryside rush by, or at the Sun rise or fall. I miss taking pictures of the flowers sprouting between the train tracks at certain stops. I miss watching the sea coming into view at the end of the day and knowing I was almost home