Embarkation -v1.0.0- -cat Language- — Meet Train -

We glide. Tracks sing beneath us—rhythmic claws combing earth. The view is gone and found in breaths: orchard scents, the metallic tang of the river, a dog barking at an uncatchable horizon. I study fellow passengers the way I study birds: names imagined by fur, gait, and the careful crinkle at the corners of eyes. There is a pair who share a thermos like a single warm sun; a child who hums an unfinished tune; a woman whose pockets are lined with folded letters—paper mice.