Pictures from my trip across several states this week.
Is this the real life or is it just fantasy?
So I am finally coming home from Kansas and what a great week it has been. It was my sister’s birthday on the 12th, where we ate at Texas Roadhouse and a really authentic Italian restaurant called Zio’s.
I think I may have found the one this year but I may be fooling myself and setting myself up for some heartbreak and disappointment. I probably won’t see her again for many months and who knows what would have changed by then. At this point it is a silly little love story that hasn’t had nearly enough time to kindle into something greater. I’ve known her for only four days and there seemed to be some something special there but now I’ll have to resort to some long distance Facebook chatting and just being “friends” right now until I see her again, whenever that may be. I have to say my Valentine’s Day weekend down in Lawrence and Olathe, Kansas was quite eventful and fulfilling, more so than any other year so far.
My official/unofficial Valentine’s date was one I surely won’t forget for sometime to come. It wasn’t a cheesy get together but there seemed to be something truly meaningful there. I didn’t want to rush things too fast and have that spark of magic disappear but now that I’m back home and she’s still in Kansas, all I’ve got now is some sweet first moments to cling to and they may be just dead ends or the beginnings of something big in the future.
I am fully aware
Of the world as it is
Ebbing and flowing
An endless pulsing current
Trying to keep up
But my feet slip up
As the crowds rush on
As the times rush on
Always on the move
Yesterday is now just a memory
Tomorrow will be something new
The train is moving again. The glorious sounds of the engine meshing with the blurring of the landscape as the Amtrak rushes, backwards from my seat position, through the countryside of Michigan, the lush forests, farms, and hills of an old land that reflects the early days of the state and even the country, when cities were few and far.
We’re packed up and ready for another trip down to Olathe, Kansas. This would be the 5th or 6th time that the family is headed down to the Heartland to see the youngest sister and her significant other, the first time being in the summer of 2014 when we visited the University of Kansas. Kansas is still quite new to us as we have only scratched the surface of it, having only been near the border cities and not into the deep part of the state.
The conductor checked my ticket again today, as he always does, scanning it and giving it back to me where I place it back in the top compartment of my luggage bag.
Because of Kansas, I get the song “Dust in the Wind” playing in my head, and eventually on my computer. It is a song symbolizing our short time on this earth, that in the end we are just made up of earth stuff, living our lives and then being recycled back into the environment, continuing the cycle. We rent a period of time here to do as much as we can, to explore and learn about our history and what is beyond our imagination. The band is actually from Topeka, Kansas and released “Dust in the Wind” in 1977. The title comes from a passage in the Bible by Ecclesiastes:
I reflected on everything that is accomplished by man on earth, and I concluded:
Everything he has accomplished is futile — like chasing the wind!
In the end, everything we do, all the money we may or may not have, doesn’t matter one little bit, because all of it doesn’t go with us. The only thing we can hold onto are our hopes and dreams and to believe that there is more to life than just living and dying.
It sure is a big break from me playing video games for many hours straight, only getting up once in a while to eat something or use the facilities. I’ve become so addicted to playing Batman: Arkham Knight, the explosive finale in the Arkham series of games. Probably one of the best games I’ve played in a while, besides Skyrim, which is why I’ve had a hard time putting it down, because there is so much to see and do. From what I know so far, near 90% completion of the game, it is the ending stories of several high profile criminals in Gotham, and they all get locked up in prison, though I’m not sure yet if they escape or get released by some outside help.
For now, I continue to listen to the train’s whistle as it rumbles down the track. The usual route is stopping in Chicago at Union Station and then taking a bus to Wisconsin, but that is not the case this time. It will be a longer train ride to Lawrence, Kansas, going through a lot of flat farmland in Illinois and Missouri. It sure is a lot better than driving down there, which is what we did the first time, staring at boring scenery for hours and hours, but I remember it fondly and cherish every moment of it.
Would I still recognize you
Long ago turned to stone
Turned to the shadows
Of a world passed away
But you’re still there
The same face but old
I can never resist the good feeling that comes with sitting down at a nice restaurant, particularly one with a good atmosphere and design.
She lived, she breathed
She experienced and rose
One episode at a time
Changing the world