Delayed on the train today, luckily I still had my ticket. I watched the train conductors working hard to keep people from complaining too much. Funny to see how easy people get agitated. We left the station without a hitch. I didn’t carry a bag due to my seasoned travels. A girl next to me on the train started talking to me about the delay. It’s Mostly a quiet place to sit and think. I broke out my pad to write down a few errands that I had to get done this week. My lists indicated that I was mostly caught up with my plans for now. While the train moves it creates a soothing sound that reminds me of sleep. People get on and off the train and I get some new neighbors. A man with a sandwich and coffee sits next to me now. An attractive girl sits just outside my field of vision and ahead of me and I turn my neck to try and catch a glimpse. She is wearing a winter cap. It covers her pony tail. The train conductor comes back through explaining the cause of all the delays. The people are quiet now and feeling more patient. I’m still trying to see the girl. More people get on with big bags and bump the seats as they make their way through the car. The girl is now talking on the phone. Her voice is commanding. The sound of the train rolling across the tracks is soothing. The man has finished with his sandwich and takes out his computer. It is booting up. People are looking around as we stop. No one has asked for my ticket yet but it is only the commuter rail. The man is typing on his computer he is about my age. The girl is hidden now. I feel like I can breathe better. My concentration feels strong and I look forward to my visit with the doctor. She says I’m doing fine but there is more work to be done. I’m not sure what is in store for me so I savor these moments on the train. I stop to notice things and to listen to the train purr away down the tracks. I hear just the sound of the train whisking us down the line. I will get off at the last stop and get into a car that is waiting for me. The delays on the track will mean that she is waiting for me. “Hyde Park” yells the conductor “One twenty eight is next” and then again on the loudspeaker and again as he walks through the train. I see a man with glasses sitting across from me. He looks nervous. Maybe he is meeting someone late when he gets off the train. I still see the girl’s white hat with pom-pom on top. I look outside and see industrial buildings while the guy types next to me on the train. I’m just taking notes. We stop and more people get off than get on. The man with glasses had left. A woman with a black coat is standing near the door. She is adjusting her purse. Her coat looks comfortable. The sound of the train is soothing to my ears, a sweet sound and a sound of much use. The girl with the white hat gets off the train with the woman in a black coat. “Sharon is next” says the conductor. The train is vibrating differently now the sound is different there is a bigger whirling sound. We stop and the girl I was talking to earlier gets off. There are less people on the train now and I’m feeling better the closer we get to the destination. We are running twenty minutes late. There are advertisements on the train---- I just notice them now. I have been on the train for an hour. It is 12:05. We stop again. A cell phone rings as a person is getting out. Mine is still quite. I don’t get many calls on it. “Attleboro next Attleboro next” shouts the conductor, again on the loudspeaker. The train is making that whirling sound again. It has a pulsating sound. I am getting close to my stop. It’s just the man typing next to me and the whirling sound of the train. I stretch and shake my hand from the cramp of writing. The man is on his phone now and is typing with one hand. The train has stopped. The few people on the train stir and the man puts his computer and phone away. His hands are in his pockets and he is waiting. His phone call was short and ended with “see you soon”. The train moves again and I feel closer. The train is crawling now. A train zips past us. I see cars outside and we are near the town. There are more factory type buildings outside. The train stops and more people get off and no one gets on. Only one more stop left, the end of the line. “South Attleboro Last stop coming up” the conductor says and again on the loudspeaker. We have slowed down our progress is slower now and I’m feeling calm. A few phones ring and people are quick to answer them. I see piles of wood outside and a few houses. I tell the guy next to me “this is a long ride” he says “I didn’t know Attleboro was that big”. Then I get my coat on and stand up and walk toward the door with the guy ahead of me. End of zone seven and no one checked for my ticket and I make my way to the platform.