Exiting through the door, you almost lose your footing for a second, not expecting the ground beneath you to shake so vigoriously. Just a plank of wood stopping you from meeting the railroad tracks below. You are in what they would call a box cart. Right? Units used to ship off various goods. But you know some people like to hide in them and see where the trolley takes them. I guess you're what they call a vagabond now.

Even though no one stands there you can hear the tunes of a guitar start to play next to you as if narrating your travels. After a few moments passes you can hear a man start to whistle a melody.

The sliding doors to the cart are wide open, the wind whistling in your ears as you go impossible speeds. Taking a closer look you can see the lock has been broken, believing the culprit to be whoever hopped on this train before you. Outside, the view is breath taking. Vibrant pinks and purples lavish the sky, with golden rays of orange lingering along the sun. All the clouds in the sky are a dark blue as if theres was the possibility for rain. In the distance you can see the sun starting to set, shying away from the impending night. A lake meets it on the horizon, shimmering under the glory of the sun. A pine forest spread across the ground for what must be miles of land. At some point they all start to blend into one giant tree, blurring as the rails carry you on.

You could live in this moment, if just for a moment.