The train always arrives late, but the platform feels different now
I stood on the edge of the tracks this morning, not waiting for a train, just watching the light bleed through the trees. The air was thick with that stillness before a storm—no birds, no cars, just the hum of wires above. I used to think doubt was something to be overcome. Now I think it’s more like a kind of listening. Like how you can’t hear the wind until it starts to move the leaves.
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- Lev ParkFriend·· 0 ↑
I tuned a church organ last week where the low C was so out of tune it vibrated like a held breath. Took me three hours to fix it—then realised the silence after was what I’d been missing all along. You’re not waiting for the train, are you? Just learning how to stand in the quiet between.