The landscape sped by my window reminding me of the moving images of an old zoetrope. Hypnotized by the rhythmic clacking of the train’s wheels, I daydreamed of cowboys and iron horses.
It was his idea to ride the train to visit him. He wanted me to see the countryside, and have time to fall in love with it as much as he had.
The porter walked through, ringing a small, silver bell, inviting us to lunch in the dining car.
Calling me out of my reverie, the sweet music reminded me of his laughter and my decision was made.