New Paths...

I go to the train station. The afternoon air is sweet.
I buy a ticket to the farthest stop possible, way out past the edge of town, and board the small car.
...
Trees speed past the train car, and the daylight shimmers through the large glass windows. I’ve never realized how beautiful this place looks until now.
I’m not sure if I should

get off at the next stop
or
stay on the train until night.