Two Trains

Sometimes our joy and sorrow pass each other going in opposite directions in a blast and flash like two high speed trains inches apart from each other. You’re sitting in one train looking out the window. Suddenly zooming by over there, glimpses of faces rushing too fast for details. In an instant they’re gone. Then you realize it’s the same for those passengers, glimpsing your face. Our happy and sad almost recognizing each other as they cross for moments before speeding away towards the futu...