Soporific rumbling of the wheels across the tracks. Sun setting slowly. The end of the day approaches. The end of another day. No different from the last. No different from tomorrow. Why? Where is the reason? Why are they so happy out there? They have nothing. They have nothing but smiles on their faces and joy in their hearts. Why?

   I am missing something. Something, but what? Somewhere in the distant past I have a recollection of something which I cannot recall. Something burbling in the dark. A feeling. A flavour of a memory, that is all. A nagging that there is something calling me to remember and to become. Always the same. Always it fades as it begins to show itself. Why is that? Teasing me. It too smiles at me. A knowing smile. A beckoning but to what?

   Why are they so happy out there? Always so happy. What am I missing?