I Call Window Seat - Trains

Take the window seat. The curtains part, the platform slides away, and an hour-long journey rolls past: rice valleys and cedar hills, Alpine passes and lake shores, sea cliffs and olive groves, high plains under a big sky, the tides of the St. Lawrence, palms and paddy on India's west coast. When the train pulls into the station, the next journey departs. It's a living world, not a video. Every journey is built as the train moves, a stretch of track at a time: the route, the land, the towns…