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May 2, 2002
Deep fog accompanies me home. At the end of the run, the train is almost empty of passengers, very quiet as the train glides past low lying inlets, creeks and lakes. It creates a dream-like landscape.
These Zen commuter moments are incredible but I'd never have them driving to work on the Island. They are limited to truly off-peak drive times, given the overall volume of traffic here. Times like this you can almost believe in stories like Brigadoon, cut off from the rest of the world by the mists, or Lake of the Coheeries, with its cloud wall.