THE LURE OF THE TRAIL

I was on a train heading to work the other day. The sun had yet to rise, and I was still dazed in that ambiguous state between being asleep and being awake. I tend to stare off in these early moments while adjusting to the fact of another day, which means I’m not really considerate of where my gaze lands. This particular morning seemed no different, until another passenger on the train materialized out of what seemed to be thin air: “What the fuck are you looking at?” the man sitting diagonally from me spat. I had not realized that