Last night, my dad took the train back to Portland. We waited with him at the train station which always feels like such a magical place. An elderly gentleman wearing a plaid toggle coat made sure everyone found their way to the right platform and onto the right car. Such a charming gesture.
All these people coming and going. I like to think the people arriving have all just returned from a fantastic adventure, and everyone else is waiting to go somewhere exciting and new.
Do you know the feeling? It’s almost like the feeling I get when I drive over lit-up bridges at night. Sophie kept saying the station reminded her of Harry Potter 🙂
