Pacific Surfliner

9:51am
On the train. Southbound. I believe the last train ride I had was when I was a kid and mom still had long hair. We might have been living in Seattle. I'd have to ask her to be sure. Today, I left from Irvine and currently the train is stopped in San Juan Capistrano. Friendly attendants. I need to do this more often. At the very least, try something new like this. (re-new)

Passing by the beach. Always that calm. Always. Even on a day, gray, like today. To contrast this, I get the cracky call from Eddy every few minutes. "Go take a hot bath. Relax," I hear myself repeating in each conversation. No more. No more. I too have been up all night long, but naturally. My neck is stiff and I can feel around my eyes that sleepiness that has been fought back. San Clemente pier... we move on. Next stop, Oceanside.

10:10am
Passing by the nuclear tits. San Onofre. I got some headphones so I can listen to my music and watch the visualizations of G-Force. Vibrant colors. I can't stare at it too long or I start to dose off. Staring out the window, we pass by the cars as they seem to be strolling down the 5FWY. Camp Pendleton. I think amusing thoughts of boys becoming men; of how Cardwell would leer. We pull into Oceanside and there's a cute boy on the opposite side of the tracks, going north. ((I wonder if 'north' is supposed to be capitalized.)) Mind drifts...the word 'capital' vs. 'capitol.' Homonyms. I can smell the purple mimeographed papers from elementary school that had lessons about here & hear, to--too--two. Mrs. Bloom. That was over twenty years ago and I'm sure she's passed on. She was the first teacher that pushed me to learn more, be more. She took the talent within and gave me a platform to stretch, become limber with my words. I suppose that her 2nd grade class is where I first began taking words out of the pure context of the dictionary and formulated ways to express on paper what danced in my mind. I'm still finding ways to bring the dances out of my head and into the world.