I had forgotten how riding a train makes one a silent spectator of the world just on the other side of the window. But almost immediately that sense came back, and quickly I sunk into the peacefulness of riding. Andreas and I reflected on the past weeks we spent in the north, pausing when outside diverted my attention, “swans in a lake with 3ft of snow outside?” “was that a moose?” (and indeed, it was). I began to feel my soul replenish, almost in a healing way. The constant passing by of evergreen trees being weighed down by snow and red houses with candles glowing contrast against the white snow. Andreas and I made a pact, our next move would be to someplace with nature, someplace with rawness…someplace where I could ride trains. I was not ready get off. But we had people waiting for us. People that we have been longing to see, and so we stepped back in the world, no longer spectators but as participants.