I feel quite cold right now.

Actually, I felt quite cold.
Right now I feel… not warm, but not cold either.

I feel okay, temperature-wise, right now.

I forgot how much a cold winter day can bite at times.

With that being said, I know it’s not anywhere near as bad as it can be in other parts of the world, but this is still something I forgot to expect.
I’ve got a warm jacket but I’ve still been cold.

Anyway…

Ewe and I had to leave Katoomba early as there was track work.

It added about an hour to our travel time home which was far from ideal.

We had to start by catching a bus from Katoomba to Springwood.

The road winded and went up and down and then disappeared as the bus went underground and tunnelled its way through years of compressed dirt, rock, ancient lost cities and various things I am unable to describe.

Eventually it resurfaced and launched into the sky, grew wings and glided smoothly to Springwood.

It landed with much grace at Springwood Station, where we got off and waited for the train.

We waited a long, long time. We grew old and our facial hair became long and unkempt.

eventually the train did arrive. We hobbled onto the train and allowed it to carry us to our destination.

I stared out the window as it travelled across oceans of water and time.
I watched as whales surfaced for air and manta rays jumped out of the water.

I saw empires be built and fall to the war machine as the war machine itself became obsolete and crumbled into nothing more than a museum piece.

Eventually I fell asleep four about twenty or thirty minutes.

I woke up and saw Ewe reading. Then we talked for a while about things that I cannot quite remember.

I saw the moon attempt to eat Saturn and, upon failure, return to its place in the sky, being a guiding beacon of hope in the most hopeless hour of the dark.

Steadily the train chugged along at a pace not unexpected of a train travelling to Central Station.

Ewe and I talked some more.

As we were talking, I saw him reach out the window, grab a fox that had been chasing after the train and staring at him and then pull it back in.

He then climbed to the roof of the train, said “Be free, my snouted friend” and let it float off into the sky where it then headed into an unknown direction.

When he came back in, we had a warm tea and then awaited our approaching destination.

Once the train arrived, we hopped off and walked with determination to our next destination: the light rail.

It was imperative for us to catch it, for it would ferry us far closer to our doorsteps than had we caught the bus.

So yeah.

The trip from Katoomba to home was fairly straightforward and uneventful.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 11:31:74
Written in the bedroom of one of my brothers.
A bit faster than expected.
I think it might have to do with feeling somewhat relaxed right now.