Ohhhh @carmalain7, this:
two a.m. train rides, staring at fields as they pass my window,
touching the glass to make sure it's real – half hoping to fall through
before being tapped on the shoulder and woken up.
Love it!
And I cannot spell carmalain right on the first time. Carmel... town in California my parents once lived in... displace that with Carmal? Only for you, Alain, only for you. (Ok, and so I can tag you here.)