DAYS 57-58: FINAL DESTINATION: BIG BOY TAKIN’ ME HOME

 

After a hectic morning following my spur-of-the-moment decision to high-tail it out of T.O., the train ride to Montreal was relaxing and, thankfully, uneventful. The short-haul commuter train was full, so there was no stretching out across multiple seats like on the long-haul Canadian, but the rain drops sliding down the window pane next to my head had a mesmerizing quality that soon had me nodding and snoozing as if I’d counted too many tiny wet sheep. I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep. When I awoke, refreshed and invigorated, we were just a few kilometres outside of Montreal. That’s all I remember of that five-hour trip.