I boarded the fast moving locomotive almost two hours ago at the train station. Most people don’t travel by train much around here now a days but it was cheaper than flying or renting a car. I’m pretty sure I’m entering the Washington state area now. I can tell by the sudden change of scenery. I just spent the majority of my life in my hometown Gloomsville. Yeah it’s actually named Gloomsville. Maybe the name may give it away but everything there throughout the year is dead. The leaves on the trees, if there are any, are brown, shriveled, and extremely sparse. It’s cold all year long. On a good day the high can reach 60 degrees. That place makes me feel like I’m slowly dying along with everything else in that small town. That’s one of the reasons why I did what I did and I flee from there now. But with the view of the high Washington Mountains the sights almost overwhelm the feelings of why I’m leaving home. The vast mountain range rushing by as I look out my window is absolutely spectacular. Just before I get completely immersed in the sight I hear a light knock on my door. Immediately my heart rate accelerates and I fell cold clammy sweat drip down the back of my neck. I clear my throat and say “come in.” when the old squeaky door slides aside I realize it’s just one of the train attendants and sigh in relief. She’s very short and looks twice my age and has brown mousey hair with prudent laugh lines and crow’s feet. “Would you like to buy any refreshments or reading material dear?” she asks. I’m not hungry but I still take a look over the small four wheeled cart to see what she has anyways. On the top two shelves are an arrangement of bright fruits and chocolates that make the air smell sweet and heavy and on the bottom shelf I see the newspaper headline about the chase back home and details on the expanded search. I quickly look away and my throat tightens up and I feel the sweat starting to come back. “No thank you I would like to be left alone.” I reply. The attendant sweetly says “I’m sorry sweetie I didn’t mean to bother you. I won’t come back then”. I’m counting on that because now knowing that they are selling these newspapers on board I’m beginning to feel unsafe and paranoid. I notice that I’m biting my fingernails so I decide to once again occupy my mind with the view outside. Now as I look out my window and really notice how massive the shear rocks along the mountains edge, it makes me feel like a tiny ant consumed with worthless worries and anticipations. The scenery as fast as it appeared also quickly disappeared. Now it’s just a long stretch through the vast green valley. I’m reminded not only of how fast the atmosphere of certain places can change but of how fast your whole life and beliefs can change. I look again at what I thought was a boring valley before, but now as I look with new eyes I realize even this valley is flourishing with life. I see a little brown cotton tail rabbit hopping across the field. This little rabbit must have some purpose for his life. This thought makes me really start to think. There is a reason for this gorge I’m crossing, there is a reason why every one of those evergreen trees I saw were placed exactly where they were in the steep, crumbling, and rocky sides of all the polar capped mountains. There is even a purpose for this rickety train I’m on and the elevated wobbly tracks that are placed beneath it. Maybe there is an ultimate purpose for why I’m sitting on this train right now. Maybe even the train’s purpose is for me to disregard my anxiousness of the search and come to the realization that I’m hear for a reason. So enjoy it while I can because I never know what the purpose of my story will be tomorrow. With my situation my story may not continue much longer. I start to see the light of the next train station nearing in the darkness and sigh. I was just starting to really enjoy this old train. The train comes to a screeching stop and I’m jerked forward than back. I stand up and grab m few belongings from the storage bunk above me. I make my way out of the station and then see the flashing blue lights. I freeze and think about running but then stop myself and sigh. I hear the police reading me my Miranda rights through a blaring megaphone. I role my eyes not really listening to him. I already know the drill. I thought I might have been free for sure. I then surrender and think well there is a reason for this happening to me too so just go with it and give myself to the almighty purpose of this world full-heartedly.