Destination.

I had no intention of catching the 8:07 this morning.  The train that follows, the 8:10 is always a more pleasant train to travel on.  On this morning though, as I stood on the platform, the 8:07 rolled to a halt in front of me.  The doors, directly in front of where I stood, and as they popped and hissed their way open, a dark hole in their wake, beckoning me to join the other passengers.  As if about to embark on some journey to the far, dark corners of the lower reaches of hell.  I stood my ground, steadfast against the calling to join the poor souls already crammed on board.

Now, now I write this in a serene relaxed place.  A seat travelling at ninety miles per hour towards my final destination.  A destination of light and happiness.