As i stare out the window of the train to the dark cold night, people come and go each stop and go on with there lives like a never ending story of every day live, I wake up kiss my wife and children good morning and head of to the train station take the train to work stay there for another 8 hours than go home have dinner and go back to bed. And so the cycle goes, sometimes something different happens and after that its back to normal. And than you have those few people like those special people with a unique live like an astronaut, how lucky are they for getting of of this endless cycle of live on this planet. I'm envious of those people to be up there staring down on earth it must be so peaceful.
