I have watched countless trains come and go, disappearing behind the horizon, each a possible adventure.

These "could-have-been"s linger, like unwritten stories.

I imagine myself gazing out the windows, the rhythmic clacking of train wheels below.

Watching as the endless landscapes sail by, the world a blur of ever-changing scenery.

There's a wistfulness in these unfulfilled journeys, a yearning for the unknown. 

Perhaps the beauty lies not just in the far-away destinations, but in the possibility, the dream, the promise of escape tucked away behind a simple ticket.