TICKET TO RIDE

vintageTrain-transMuseum  I remember the moment when I first realized that the Twilight Train was coming for me. I was 41 years old and in the middle of a general domestic unhappiness, which probably flavored my reaction on that day. Looking back, I would love to be in the shape I was in then—but on that particular day and year, things were different. It sounds so silly now but my whole world view changed when I noticed on my thigh a tangle of spider veins the size of a quarter. I remember feeling instant melancholy that fell as softly as airborne ashes.

Since then I have adjusted my mind somewhat to the effects of gravity and the swift passing of daylight. but that day I felt the first doom of participating in a journey against my will. The little web of vessels became a metaphor for middle age and the places it would take me, with or without my permission.

This was the day I first heard in the near distance my own personal “Whooo-Whooo!” This was the day I recognized that somehow, without my knowledge or effort, there was already in my hand a ticket for the Twilight Train.

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2 thoughts on “TICKET TO RIDE

  1. Grndma Chris says:

    Hi RalphAnn, hope your saturday is going well. I have really enjoyed reading all of your posts and found them very fun and entertaining. You always seem to write something that I can identify with. I have nominated you for the Reality Blog Award. The award is really fun to do and easy. I will be publishing a post shortly that tells you everything you need to know about it. I hope you enjoy doing it as much as I have. Awards are such fun things to get. Enjoy your day.

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