Passage

You’re on a train ride to a town you can’t pronounce. Your eyes dart back and forth at all the new scenery that surrounds the car. Galloping zebras, bathing baboons and mountains as far as the eye can see. You try to appear like a composed adult but on the inside you’re an excitable child. As you think about everything that you just left behind, you smile, knowing this was indeed the fresh start you were looking for.