Ack! I forgot something important.
While we were on the train, many times, people along the road outside waved to us.
Now, I don't mean some measly parade-riding-beauty-queen-slight-wrist-twist-deal, either. No, I mean lots of folks stretched their arms way over their heads and waved and jumped and smiled big smiles as though they were celebrating with us train-riders.
That happened a lot and I loved it. Fathers alongside their young children. Teen-agers. Women. Way out there in the middle of rivers or standing alongside old brick buildings or corn fields or suddenly rising from benches. We'd woosh past them and still they'd wave excitedly, state after state.
Oh, those wavers of trains made me smile from deep inside and feel as though, suddenly, a party had begun. My fellow travelers enjoyed those wavers, too, some of them automatically waving right up next to the (tinted) windows while speaking to Tom and me, especially along the Colorado River, what with all those colorful water rafters waving wildly.
Wavers of trains make me happy. They remind me to celebrate everything.
And from now on? Whenever I see passenger trains, I'll be waving, too.