Speaker 1: Heikow and welcome. I'm so glad you're here tonight. Before
Speaker 1: we begin, if these sleep stories help you find rest,
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Speaker 1: else fade away. This is your time to rest, to travel,
Speaker 1: to dream. Let's take a few moments to prepare your
Speaker 1: body and mind for tonight's journey. There's nowhere else you
Speaker 1: need to be. Just allow yourself to be here, ready
Speaker 1: to board the train that travels through seasons. Find your
Speaker 1: most comfortable position, Let your body be fully supported by
Speaker 1: whatever surface holds you. Adjust anything you need. This is
Speaker 1: your time for deep, restorative rest. Bring awareness to your breathing.
Speaker 1: You don't need to change it, just notice it. The
Speaker 1: gentle rise and fall of your chest, the soft flow
Speaker 1: of air moving in and out like the rhythm of
Speaker 1: a train on its tracks. Take a slow, deep breath
Speaker 1: in through your nose, hold it gently for a moment,
Speaker 1: and release it slowly, letting it carry away any tension
Speaker 1: from your day. Again, breathe in slowly hold and release,
Speaker 1: feeling your body sink deeper into comfort with each breath,
Speaker 1: one more time, breathing in peace, holding that calm, and
Speaker 1: breathing out anything you know no longer need to carry. Now,
Speaker 1: let your breathing return to its natural rhythm, easy and effortless,
Speaker 1: like the steady movement of wheels on rails. Feel your
Speaker 1: forehead becoming smooth and soft. Any lines of worry or
Speaker 1: tension melt away. Your forehead is calm, relaxed, at peace.
Speaker 1: Your eyes are gently closed, the muscles around them soft
Speaker 1: and loose. There's nothing you need to see right now.
Speaker 1: You're safe to rest, safe, to let go. Feel your
Speaker 1: jaw releasing, teeth slightly apart. Your tongue rests softly in
Speaker 1: your mouth. Your whole face is peaceful and serene. Your
Speaker 1: neck and shoulders, where we carry so much of the
Speaker 1: day's burden, feel them softening now, letting go. Dropping away
Speaker 1: from your ears, heavy and relaxed, no longer holding anything up.
Speaker 1: Your arms rest comfortably at your sides, heavy and warm.
Speaker 1: A gentle wave of relaxation flows down through your shoulders,
Speaker 1: past your elbows, through your forearms, into your hands and fingers.
Speaker 1: They're soft, still completely at rest. Your chest rises and
Speaker 1: falls with each easy breath. Your heart beats steadily, calmly,
Speaker 1: keeping time like the rhythm of a train. Your whole
Speaker 1: torso is relaxed, supported at ease. Feel your back against
Speaker 1: the surface beneath you. Any tension in your spine dissolves,
Speaker 1: melting away like snow in spring sunshine. Your legs are
Speaker 1: heavy and warm.
Speaker 2: Feel relaxation moving.
Speaker 1: Down your thighs now, past your knees, into your calves,
Speaker 1: down through ankle's feet, all the way to your toes.
Speaker 1: Everything is heavy, warm, head rest. Your entire body is
Speaker 1: deeply relaxed, heavy, warm, comfortable and still, like settling into
Speaker 1: the most comfortable train seat, perfectly cushioned, perfectly positioned for
Speaker 1: a long, peaceful journey. And your mind, your beautiful mine
Speaker 1: that has worked so hard today, give it permission to
Speaker 1: rest now. Thoughts may come, like stations passing by a
Speaker 1: train window. Let them drift past. You don't need to
Speaker 1: board them or examine them, Just watch them go by.
Speaker 1: You are safe, You are comfortable. You are ready for
Speaker 1: tonight's journey. In a moment, we'll board a train that
Speaker 1: travels through all all four seasons in a single night.
Speaker 1: A train where each car is decorated for a different season,
Speaker 1: where you'll watch the world transform through the windows, where
Speaker 1: time moves differently and peacefully. A journey with no destination
Speaker 1: except rest, no purpose, accept peace. If you drift away
Speaker 1: into sleep during any part of this journey, that's perfect.
Speaker 1: That's exactly what this is for. The train will keep moving,
Speaker 1: carrying you gently into dreams. Take one more deep breath
Speaker 1: in and out. Now let's begin. You stand on a
Speaker 1: platform at an old train station as twilight settles around you.
Speaker 1: The sky above is that perfect in between color, no
Speaker 1: longer blue but not yet dark, holding the last hints
Speaker 1: of sunset in shades of lavender and rose gold. The
Speaker 1: station is small and charming, built of warm red brick
Speaker 1: with white wooden trim. Gas lamps are just beginning to
Speaker 1: flicker to life along the platform, casting gentle pools of
Speaker 1: golden light. The air is cool and fresh, carrying the
Speaker 1: scent of autumn leaves and distant wood smoke. There are
Speaker 1: a few other travelers on the platform, but they're quiet, peaceful.
Speaker 1: Some sit on wooden benches, reading books or simply watching
Speaker 1: the sky. Others stand gazing down the tracks, waiting patiently.
Speaker 1: Everyone here knows about the train. Everyone here is ready
Speaker 1: for the journey through seasons. You hear it before you
Speaker 1: see it, a distant whistle, low and melodious, echoing across
Speaker 1: the twilight. Then the gentle rhythm of wheels on rails,
Speaker 1: growing closer. The other travelers stand gathering their small bags,
Speaker 1: moving toward the edge of the platform, and then it appears,
Speaker 1: emerging from the twilight, like something from a dream. The
Speaker 1: train is unlike any you've seen before. It's a vintage
Speaker 1: steam engine, beautifully maintained, painted in deep forest green with
Speaker 1: gold trim that catches the lamp lane. Steam rises from
Speaker 1: the smokestack in soft white clouds, drifting up into the
Speaker 1: darkening sky. The engine's headlamp casts a warm, welcoming glow.
Speaker 1: But it's the cars behind the engine that take your
Speaker 1: breath away. Each one is different, decorated for a different season,
Speaker 1: and you can see them all stretching back into the twilight.
Speaker 1: The spring car with its windows wreathed in cherry blossoms,
Speaker 1: the summer car painted in bright, cheerful colors, the autumn
Speaker 1: car adorned with golden leaves, the winter car frosted with
Speaker 1: what looks like real snow and ice that somehow doesn't melt.
Speaker 1: The train slows, steam hissing gently as it comes to
Speaker 1: a stop at the platform. Doors open with a soft whisper,
Speaker 1: and a conductor steps out. He's an older gentleman with
Speaker 1: kind eyes and a uniform that looks like it's from
Speaker 1: another era, perfectly pressed with brass buttons that shine in.
Speaker 2: The lamp light.
Speaker 1: He smiles at the small group of travelers. Good evening,
Speaker 1: he says, his voice warm and reassuring. Welcome aboard the
Speaker 1: Seasonal Express. We'll be departing shortly for our journey through
Speaker 1: the year. Please find your seats, make yourselves comfortable, and
Speaker 1: enjoy the ride. You step forward with the others, climbing
Speaker 1: the steps into the first car. Your feet sinks slightly
Speaker 1: into plush carpet, and you're immediately enveloped in warmth and comfort.
Speaker 1: This is the Autumn Car, and everything about it whispers
Speaker 1: of fall. The seats are upholstered in rich burgundy velvet,
Speaker 1: deep and comfortable, facing large windows that promise beautiful views.
Speaker 1: The walls are paneled in warm oak, decorated with garlands
Speaker 1: of autumn leaves in shades of gold, orange, and deep red.
Speaker 1: Small lamps with amber glass shades cast a honeyed glow
Speaker 1: throughout the car. There's a faint scent in the air,
Speaker 1: cinnamon and apple wood, smoke and fallen leaves. It's the
Speaker 1: essence of autumn distilled into a fragrance, comforting and nostalgic.
Speaker 1: You choose a seat by a window, settling into the
Speaker 1: plush velvet. The seat seems to embrace you, perfectly cushioned
Speaker 1: with plenty of room to stretch out. There's a small
Speaker 1: side table next to your seat with a brass lamp
Speaker 1: and a caraffe of water with a crystal glass. A
Speaker 1: soft blanket the color of maple leaves rests on the seat,
Speaker 1: waiting for you. You look around the car. The other
Speaker 1: passengers are settling in, each finding their perfect spot. Some
Speaker 1: choose seats on the opposite side. Some prefer to be
Speaker 1: near the front or back of the car. But there's
Speaker 1: plenty of space, plenty of quiet. This isn't a crowded train.
Speaker 1: There's room for everyone to find their own peaceful corner.
Speaker 1: Through the windows, you can still see the platform, the
Speaker 1: gas lamps, the twilight sky, But as you watch, the
Speaker 1: conductor steps back aboard, the doors close with a gentle click,
Speaker 1: and you feel the slightest movement beneath you. The train
Speaker 1: is beginning to move. It starts so smoothly you almost
Speaker 1: don't notice at first, just a gentle forward motion, the
Speaker 1: platform beginning to slide past the windows. The rhythm of
Speaker 1: the wheels on the rails is soft and steady, a
Speaker 1: comforting sound that seems to match the beating.
Speaker 2: Of your heart.
Speaker 1: The other passengers settle into quiet. Some are already closing
Speaker 1: their eyes, ready to rest. Others gaze out the windows,
Speaker 1: watching the station fade behind you. As the train picks
Speaker 1: up speed, moving out into the autumn countryside, you pull
Speaker 1: the soft blanket over your lap. It's warm and light.
Speaker 2: Perfectly weighted.
Speaker 1: You adjust your position in the velvet seat, finding that
Speaker 1: perfect angle where everything feels just right. Your head rests
Speaker 1: against the cushioned back. Your feet are warm, your body
Speaker 1: is supported and comfortable. The train moves steadily onward, and
Speaker 1: through your window you can see the autumn world beginning
Speaker 1: to unfold. The countryside outside your window is painted in
Speaker 1: all the colors of fall. The train moves through a
Speaker 1: landscape of rolling hills covered in deciduous trees, and every
Speaker 1: tree is at the peak of autumn color. Maples blaze
Speaker 1: scarlet and gold. Oaks glow in shades of rust and bronze.
Speaker 1: Birches hold their golden leaves against white bark. Aspens shimmer
Speaker 1: like coins in the fading light. The rhythm of the
Speaker 1: train is steady and soothing. The wheels on the rails
Speaker 1: create a pattern of sound, a gentle clickety clack that
Speaker 1: becomes like music, like a lullaby. You feel it as
Speaker 1: much as hear it, A subtle vibration through the seat,
Speaker 1: through your whole body, Peaceful and rhythmic. It's the sound
Speaker 1: of movement, without urgency, of progress, without rushing, the perfect
Speaker 1: rhythm for rest. The land Escape rolls by at a
Speaker 1: perfect pace, not too fast, not too slow. You have
Speaker 1: time to take in each scene, each detail, before it
Speaker 1: slides away and is replaced by the next beautiful view.
Speaker 1: It's like watching a living painting, constantly changing, but always beautiful.
Speaker 1: A farmhouse appears in the distance, painted white, with a
Speaker 1: red barn beside it. The barn's paint is weathered and
Speaker 1: peeling in places, giving it character history. Pumpkins dot the
Speaker 1: fields around it in bright orange clusters, some small.
Speaker 2: As soft balls.
Speaker 1: Others large enough to carve into jack o' lanterns. Cornstalks
Speaker 1: stand in tidy shocks, their work done for the year,
Speaker 1: their golden brown leaves rustling in the breeze. Smoke rises
Speaker 1: from the farmhouse chimney, a thin gray ribbon, carrying away
Speaker 1: into the autumn evening, bringing with it the scent of
Speaker 1: wood fire. The train passes through a small orchard, and
Speaker 1: you slow your breathing to match the gentle pace. Apple trees,
Speaker 1: heavy with fruit line both sides of the tracks, their
Speaker 1: branches bending under the weight of their harvest. You can
Speaker 1: almost smell them through the window, crisp and sweet, that
Speaker 1: unmistakable scent of autumn apples. Some apples have fallen to
Speaker 1: the ground, creating a carpet of red and yellow beneath
Speaker 1: the trees. A deer stands at the edge of the orchard,
Speaker 1: watching the train pass with calm, curious eyes. She doesn't
Speaker 1: startle or run, just watches peacefully, as if trains are
Speaker 1: old friends. The sky above is deepening from lavender to
Speaker 1: deep purple, and the first stars are beginning to appear,
Speaker 1: tiny pinpricks of light in the darkening sky. The moon rises,
Speaker 1: round and orange on the eastern horizon, an autumn harvest
Speaker 1: moon that bathes the landscape in warm, honey colored light.
Speaker 1: It's larger than usual, or seems to be the way
Speaker 1: harvest moons always appear when they first rise, enormous and glowing.
Speaker 1: Inside the car, the lamps grow slightly brighter as the
Speaker 1: outside light fades, maintaining that perfect level of gentle illumination,
Speaker 1: not too bright, not too dim, just enough to see
Speaker 1: by comfortably. You can see your reflection faintly in the
Speaker 1: window overlaid on the autumn seen outside a ghostly double image.
Speaker 1: You look peaceful, relaxed, exactly as you feel. The train
Speaker 1: curves gently following the contours of the land, and you
Speaker 1: feel the slight shift as it rounds a bend. The
Speaker 1: movement is smooth, careful, never jarring. Then a new vista
Speaker 1: opens before you and takes your breath away. A lake
Speaker 1: perfectly still reflecting the sky and the colored trees around
Speaker 1: it like a mirror. The reflection is so perfect that
Speaker 1: it's hard to tell where reality ends and reflection begins.
Speaker 1: The train runs alongside it for a while, and you
Speaker 1: watch the reflected sunset colors shimmer on the water's surface,
Speaker 1: rippling very slightly. When a breeze touches the water. A
Speaker 1: small dock extends into the lake, weathered gray wood, with
Speaker 1: a row boat tied to it. The boat rocks gently
Speaker 1: in the water, empty and peaceful, waiting for tomorrow's fishermen.
Speaker 1: A blue heron stands motionless at the water's edge, watching
Speaker 1: for fish, patient and still as a statue. A flock
Speaker 1: of geese passes overhead, their v formation perfect against the
Speaker 1: deepening sky. They're flying south, heading toward warmth, calling to
Speaker 1: each other as they fly. Their calls drift down, faintly,
Speaker 1: wild and free, another sound of autumn. They're going on
Speaker 1: their own journey, just as you're on yours. All of
Speaker 1: nature in motion, changing, transitioning, preparing for what comes next.
Speaker 1: The countryside becomes more forested as you travel on. The
Speaker 1: train enters a tunnel of trees, their branches arching overhead,
Speaker 1: creating a canopy.
Speaker 2: Above the tracks.
Speaker 1: Leaves drift down, occasionally touching the windows like gentle fingers,
Speaker 1: before being swept away by the wind of the train's passage.
Speaker 1: The filtered light through the colored leaves creates a kaleidoscope effect,
Speaker 1: patterns of gold and red and orange dancing across the
Speaker 1: interior of the car. Playing across the walls and seats,
Speaker 1: you notice that some of the other passengers have already
Speaker 1: fallen asleep, their heads resting against the plush seats, blankets
Speaker 1: pulled up to their chins, breathing slow and even. The
Speaker 1: train rocks them gently like a mother rocks a child,
Speaker 1: steady and sure. Their faces are peaceful, relaxed, all tension gone.
Speaker 1: You feel yourself beginning to relax even more, deeply, lulled
Speaker 1: by the rhythm, the warmth, the peaceful scenes flowing past.
Speaker 1: The train emerges from the forest and crosses a stone
Speaker 1: bridge over a river. The bridge is old, built of
Speaker 1: gray stone blocks, fitted together with perfect craftsmanship. The river
Speaker 1: below is dark and smooth, reflecting the sky, winding through
Speaker 1: the landscape like a ribbon of silk. Willow trees trail
Speaker 1: their branches in the water, their leaves golden in the moonlight,
Speaker 1: creating curtains of gold that sway in the current. You
Speaker 1: can see a small town in the distance, its windows
Speaker 1: glowing with warm light. Church steeples rise against the sky.
Speaker 1: Street lamps are.
Speaker 2: Coming on one by one.
Speaker 1: Creating pools of golden light. But the train doesn't stop there.
Speaker 1: It continues on, moving through the countryside through the autumn evening.
Speaker 1: A covered bridge appears painted red, surrounded by trees in
Speaker 1: full autumn color. The train passes through it, and for
Speaker 1: a moment you're enclosed in wooden walls, the sound of
Speaker 1: the wheels echoing and amplified. Then you emerge on the
Speaker 1: other side into open air again, and the landscape continues
Speaker 1: to unfold. Time feels different here on the train. You're
Speaker 1: not sure how long you've been traveling. It could be
Speaker 1: minutes or hours. It doesn't matter. There's nowhere you need
Speaker 1: to be, nothing you need to do except rest and
Speaker 1: watch and let yourself be carried through the seasons. The
Speaker 1: train knows the way. The train will take you where
Speaker 1: you need to go. A field of sunflowers appears. They're
Speaker 1: large heads, all drooping now, having followed the sun all
Speaker 1: summer and into fall. Their seeds are heavy, ready for harvest.
Speaker 1: Some have already been harvested, and you can see the
Speaker 1: neat rose where the farmer.
Speaker 2: Has been working.
Speaker 1: Others still stand a little ragged now, a little tired,
Speaker 1: but still beautiful in their way. The autumn landscape is
Speaker 1: like that, you think beautiful not despite its fading but
Speaker 1: because of it, the colors are most vivid just before
Speaker 1: the leaves fall. The light is most golden just before
Speaker 1: winter comes. There's beauty in every season, in every transition,
Speaker 1: in every change. As you continue to gaze out the window,
Speaker 1: you notice something beginning to change. The autumn colors are
Speaker 1: gradually softening, fading. The gold and reds become paler, lighter.
Speaker 1: Leaves are falling from the trees more quickly, now swirling
Speaker 1: in the wind, drifting to the ground. The temperature outside
Speaker 1: seems to be dropping. You can see frost beginning to
Speaker 1: form on the edges of the window, delicate crystalline patterns
Speaker 1: spreading like lace across the glass.
Speaker 2: But inside the.
Speaker 1: Car, you're perfectly warm, cozy under your blanket, the car's
Speaker 1: heat gentle, and even the landscape is transforming before your eyes.
Speaker 1: The trees are becoming bare, their branches dark against the sky.
Speaker 1: The fields are losing their color, turning brown and gray.
Speaker 1: The air outside looks crisper, sharper, clearer, and then, as
Speaker 1: if by matching, the first snowflakes appear. They're small at first,
Speaker 1: just a few floating down from the darkening sky, but
Speaker 1: they increase quickly, becoming a soft, steady snowfall. The flakes
Speaker 1: drift past your window, catching the light from the train,
Speaker 1: each one unique and perfect. You realize the train is
Speaker 1: moving from the autumn car into the winter car. You stand,
Speaker 1: leaving your blanket on the seat, and walk forward through
Speaker 1: the car. Other passengers are doing the same, drawn forward
Speaker 1: by curiosity and the promise of the next season. At
Speaker 1: the front of the autumn car is a door, and
Speaker 1: you open it, stepping through into a small vestibule between cars.
Speaker 1: For just a moment, you can feel the outside air
Speaker 1: cold and fresh snowflakes swirling in the Then you open
Speaker 1: the next door and step into winter. The winter car
Speaker 1: takes your breath away. Everything here is silver and white
Speaker 1: and the palest blue, like stepping into a snow globe.
Speaker 1: The seats are upholstered in white velvet that looks like
Speaker 1: fresh snow, impossibly clean and soft. The walls are painted
Speaker 1: in frost colors, decorated with garlands of evergreen boughs tied
Speaker 1: with silver ribbons that shimmer in the light. Icicle ornaments
Speaker 1: hang from the ceiling, not real ice, but crystal glass
Speaker 1: that catches and reflects the light from lamps that look
Speaker 1: like they're made of frosted glass. The lamps give off
Speaker 1: a cool, pure glow, but it's not cold. Despite all
Speaker 1: the wintry decoration, the car is wonderfully warm. There's a
Speaker 1: small wood stove at one end. It's fire visible through
Speaker 1: a glass door, flames dancing and crackling, radiating cozy heap
Speaker 1: that spreads throughout the car. The floor here is covered
Speaker 1: in white carpet, so plush and soft, it looks like
Speaker 1: you're walking on clouds. Your feet sink into it slightly
Speaker 1: with each step. There are small tables between some seats
Speaker 1: with white candles and silver holders, their flames adding to
Speaker 1: the warm glow. You choose a new seat by the window,
Speaker 1: settling into the white velvet. This seat is just as
Speaker 1: comfortable as the one in the autumn car, but somehow different,
Speaker 1: matching the season. It's like sinking into a cloud, soft
Speaker 1: and supportive and perfect. A blanket here is made of
Speaker 1: white faux fur, incredibly soft and warm, like being wrapped
Speaker 1: in a polar bear's gentle embrace.
Speaker 2: You wrap it around yourself and turn to the window.
Speaker 1: The world outside has been completely transformed. Snow covers everything,
Speaker 1: turning the landscape into a winter wonderland. The transformation is total, absolute.
Speaker 1: What was autumn color is now winter white. The trees
Speaker 1: are bare except for evergreens, which stand dark and proud
Speaker 1: under their mantles of snow, their branches waded down but
Speaker 1: not broken, strong and enduring. The ground is blanketed and white,
Speaker 1: smooth and pristine, marked only by the delicate tracks of
Speaker 1: small animals. You can see where a rabbit has hopped
Speaker 1: across a field, each footprint perfectly preserved in the snow.
Speaker 1: Bird tracks create delicate patterns near tree, like tiny hieroglyphics
Speaker 1: written in Winter's script. The train continues its steady rhythm,
Speaker 1: but the sound is slightly different, now muffled by the snow.
Speaker 1: The wheels on the rails are softer, quieter, creating a
Speaker 1: more intimate sound. The steam from the engine is more
Speaker 1: visible against the cold air, billowing back past the windows
Speaker 1: in white clouds that look almost solid in the moonlight.
Speaker 1: The moon is higher, now, bright and clear in a
Speaker 1: sky full of stars. It's moved from the warm orange
Speaker 1: of the harvest moon to a cool, bright silver winter's moon.
Speaker 1: The snow reflects the moonlight, making everything glow with a soft,
Speaker 1: ethereal light. It's not dark outside not really. The snow
Speaker 1: creates its own illumination, a peaceful silver blue twilight that
Speaker 1: seems to hold its own magic. You watch the snowflakes
Speaker 1: continue to fall, mesmerized by their dance. They swirl and drift,
Speaker 1: never falling straight down, caught by winds you can't feel.
Speaker 2: From inside the warm train.
Speaker 1: Some stick to the window for a moment before the
Speaker 1: warmth of the glass melts them, and in that brief
Speaker 1: moment you can see their intricate crystalline structures, each one
Speaker 1: a tiny work of art, no two alike. Some are
Speaker 1: perfect six pointed stars, others are more complex, with elaborate
Speaker 1: branching patterns, each one unique, each one beautiful, each one temporary.
Speaker 1: The landscape outside is hillier, now more mountainous. The train climbs, gently,
Speaker 1: winding its way up into what look like proper mountains.
Speaker 1: Pine trees cluster thick on the slopes, their branches heavy
Speaker 1: with snow that weighs them down into graceful curves. The
Speaker 1: pines are dark green, almost black, against the white snow,
Speaker 1: creating a beautiful contrast. Occasionally you pass a cabin, warm
Speaker 1: light glowing from its windows, smoke rising from its chimney
Speaker 1: in a straight column in the still air, looking like
Speaker 1: a postcard of the perfect winter retreat. Each cabin looks
Speaker 1: cozy and inviting, and you imagine the people inside, warm
Speaker 1: by their fires, perhaps drinking hot cocoa or tea, reading books,
Speaker 1: or playing games. Content in their winter haven. You feel
Speaker 1: a kinship with them, even though you don't know who
Speaker 1: they are, everyone seeking warmth and comfort. On a winter night,
Speaker 1: a frozen lake appears vast and white, its surface smooth
Speaker 1: and perfect.
Speaker 2: In the moonlight.
Speaker 1: You can see the faint tracks of ice skaters who
Speaker 1: were there earlier in the day, graceful curves and loops
Speaker 1: and figure eights marked in the snow that's fallen on
Speaker 1: the ice. The tracks tell stories of movement and joy
Speaker 1: of people who came out to play in the winter landscape.
Speaker 1: The lake is surrounded by evergreens, their dark shapes creating
Speaker 1: a frame for the white expanse, and the whole scene
Speaker 1: looks peaceful and magical, like something from a fairy tale.
Speaker 1: The train crosses a trestle bridge over a frozen stream,
Speaker 1: and you lean closer to the window to look down.
Speaker 1: You can see the ice below, smooth in some places
Speaker 1: where the water froze quickly and calmly, rippled and textured.
Speaker 1: In others where it was flowing when the cold came bare,
Speaker 1: branches of willows and alders reach over the stream, coated
Speaker 1: in ice that sparkles in the moonlight like diamonds. Icicles
Speaker 1: hang from the bridge itself, catching the light from the
Speaker 1: train's windows as you pass over them. Inside the car,
Speaker 1: someone has started a quiet conversation near the wood stove,
Speaker 1: voices low and peaceful, barely audible over the soft sounds
Speaker 1: of the train, But most passengers are silent, watching the
Speaker 1: winter world go by through half closed eyes, or sleeping
Speaker 1: deeply rocked by the train's gentle motion. A few sip
Speaker 1: hot drinks from thermoses the steam rising in gentle curls.
Speaker 1: The atmosphere is one of contents of appreciation for warmth
Speaker 1: and comfort, of gratitude for shelter. On a cold night,
Speaker 1: you feel incredibly cozy, incredibly safe. The contrast between the
Speaker 1: cold winter landscape outside and the warm, comfortable interior makes
Speaker 1: the warmth feel even better, more precious, more valuable. You
Speaker 1: burrow a little deeper into your white fur blanket, tucking
Speaker 1: it around yourself, perfectly content. This is what winter is
Speaker 1: meant to feel like you think, cold outside, warm inside,
Speaker 1: the cold, making you appreciate the warmth. The train continues,
Speaker 1: climbing into the mountains, the grade steeper now, but still gentle,
Speaker 1: still steady. The snow is falling more heavily now, creating
Speaker 1: a curtain of white past the windows, millions of flakes
Speaker 1: dancing and swirling. But you're not worried. The train knows
Speaker 1: its path, moves steadily and surely, untroubled by the weather.
Speaker 1: It's been making this journey for years, for decades, perhaps
Speaker 1: for centuries. A little snow means nothing to it. A
Speaker 1: family of deer appears in a clearing beside the tracks,
Speaker 1: their brown coats stark against the white snow. They're pawing
Speaker 1: through the snow to find grass beneath, working methodically, patiently.
Speaker 1: They look up as the train passes, their dark eyes,
Speaker 1: calm and unafraid, their breath making small clouds in the
Speaker 1: cold air. The train is part of their world, a
Speaker 1: regular visitor that brings no harm, just another element of
Speaker 1: the winter landscape they know so well. The winter landscape
Speaker 1: has a particular quality of silence and stillness. Everything outside
Speaker 1: is quiet, hushed by the snow, sound is muffled, absorbed.
Speaker 1: The world seems to be resting, sleeping under its white blanket,
Speaker 1: gathering strength for spring to come. And you're resting too.
Speaker 1: Watching it all from your warm, safe seat on the train,
Speaker 1: part of the winter piece, but protected from the cold,
Speaker 1: you notice your eyelids growing heavy.
Speaker 2: The rhythm of the train, the warmth of.
Speaker 1: The car, the peaceful white landscape all conspire to lull
Speaker 1: you towards sleep. The fire in the wood stove crackles softly,
Speaker 1: the train rocks gently. Your body is warm and comfortable,
Speaker 1: perfectly supported by the soft seed and the furry blanket.
Speaker 1: You let your eyes close for a moment, just resting them,
Speaker 1: and when you open them again, something.
Speaker 2: Is beginning to change. Outside.
Speaker 1: The snow is falling less heavily. Now. The landscape is
Speaker 1: still white, still winter, but there's something different in the
Speaker 1: quality of the light. It's growing brighter, softer. The harsh
Speaker 1: clarity of winter is beginning to soften. You can see
Speaker 1: patches of brown earth beginning to show through the snow.
Speaker 1: The snow is melting, receding, revealing the ground beneath. Small
Speaker 1: streams of melt water trickle down hillsides, gathering into brooks
Speaker 1: that gurgle and splash. The evergreen trees are still green,
Speaker 1: but now there are other trees among them, and you
Speaker 1: can see their branches beginning to swell with buds. The
Speaker 1: bare gray branches are developing a faint greenish tinge the
Speaker 1: promise of leaves to come. The air outside looks warmer, hazier.
Speaker 1: The sharp edges of winter are blurring. Birds appear returning
Speaker 1: from their winter homes, flitting from branch to branch. You
Speaker 1: hear their songs faintly through the window, cheerful and bright.
Speaker 1: You feel drawn to move forward again to experience the
Speaker 1: next season. You leave your white fur blanket folded neatly
Speaker 1: on the seat and walk toward the front of the
Speaker 1: winter car. The transition between cars is noticeable. Now you
Speaker 1: can smell the change, the earthy scent of spring, wet soil,
Speaker 1: and new growth. You step through the door into the
Speaker 1: spring car. The spring car is a celebration of renewal
Speaker 1: and growth. The seats are upholstered in soft green fabric,
Speaker 1: the color of new leaves. The walls are painted in
Speaker 1: the palest yellow, like spring sunshine, and decorated with garlands
Speaker 1: of fresh flowers, cherry blossoms, daffodils, tulips and violets, all
Speaker 1: looking impossibly fresh and real. The air in this car
Speaker 1: smells like a garden after rain, fresh and clean and
Speaker 1: full of growing things. There is a subtle scent of
Speaker 1: lilac and honeysuckle, sweet but not overwhelming. You settle into
Speaker 1: a seat by the window, and this time the blanket
Speaker 1: is a light cotton throw in a cheerful pattern of
Speaker 1: spring flowers. You drape it over your lap, more for
Speaker 1: comfort than warmth, as this car is a perfect mild temperature,
Speaker 1: neither hot nor cold. Outside, the landscape is transforming rapidly.
Speaker 1: The last patches of snow are melting away, grass is
Speaker 1: appearing bright green, and fresh trees are unfurling their leaves
Speaker 1: that brilliant, almost luminous green of new spring growth. Flowers
Speaker 1: are blooming everywhere. The fields beside the tracks are carpeted
Speaker 1: with wild flowers, daffodils, and crocuses, their bright colors vivid
Speaker 1: against the green grass. Gardens around farmhouses explode with tulips
Speaker 1: in every color imaginable reds and yellows and pinks and purples.
Speaker 1: The train passes through an orchard, and the trees are
Speaker 1: covered in blossoms. Apple blossoms, white and pink create clouds
Speaker 1: of del at flowers. Cherry blossoms drift in the breeze
Speaker 1: like snow, but warm and soft and pink. The scent
Speaker 1: is incredible, sweet and fresh and hopeful. There's water everywhere,
Speaker 1: the result of melting snow. Brooks and streams are full
Speaker 1: and lively, rushing and tumbling over rocks. A waterfall cascades
Speaker 1: down a hillside, throwing up mist that catches the light
Speaker 1: and creates tiny rainbows. The sky is a clear, brilliant blue,
Speaker 1: dotted with puffy white clouds that look like they're floating
Speaker 1: in celebration. The sun is bright and warm.
Speaker 2: Though it's late afternoon.
Speaker 1: In the spring world. The light, golden and gentle. Baby
Speaker 1: animals appear in the fields. Lambs gambole beside their mothers,
Speaker 1: all knobby knees and boundless energy. Foals stand on uncertain legs,
Speaker 1: learning to walk. Calves nurse contentedly while their mothers grays
Speaker 1: everything is new, everything is beginning. The rhythm of the
Speaker 1: train continues, steady and soothing, but the sound seems brighter.
Speaker 2: Now, happier, matching the energy of spring.
Speaker 1: The wheels on the rails sing a cheerful song. The
Speaker 1: steam from the engine puffs in joyful clouds. You watch
Speaker 1: as the train follows a river that's full and fast
Speaker 1: with spring runoff. The water is clear and bright, sparkling
Speaker 1: in the sunshine. Willows trail their new green branches in
Speaker 1: the current, and you can see fish jumping silver flashes
Speaker 1: in the water. The train passes through a small town
Speaker 1: and you can see people in their gardens planting, tending,
Speaker 1: taking advantage of the beautiful spring day. Children play in parks,
Speaker 1: their laughter carrying faintly to you. Everything feels alive, hopeful,
Speaker 1: full of possibility. Spring Birds are everywhere. Robins hop across lawns,
Speaker 1: pulling up worms. Bluebirds perch on fence posts, their brilliant
Speaker 1: blue feathers bright in the sunshine. Swallows swoop and dive,
Speaker 1: catching insects in mid air. Their energy is infectious, joyful,
Speaker 1: celebrating the return of warm weather. The landscape becomes more
Speaker 1: populated with flowering trees. Dogwoods open their white and pink blooms.
Speaker 1: Red buds are covered in tiny purple flowers. Magnolias display
Speaker 1: their spectacular large blossoms, white and pink and purple like
Speaker 1: living sculptures. Inside the spring car, the mood is lighter,
Speaker 1: more energetic than in the previous cars, but still peaceful.
Speaker 1: Some passengers are smiling as they watch the spring scenes unfold.
Speaker 1: Others have their eyes closed, but their faces are relaxed
Speaker 1: and content. The atmosphere is one of gentle happiness, of
Speaker 1: appreciation for beauty and renewal. You feel energized by the
Speaker 1: spring landscape, but also relaxed. It's a good feeling, balanced
Speaker 1: and peaceful. The train rocks you gently and you watch
Speaker 1: the springtime world flow past, each scene more.
Speaker 2: Beautiful than the last.
Speaker 1: The sun begins to lower toward the horizon, and the
Speaker 1: spring light becomes even more golden, more magical. Long shadows
Speaker 1: stretch across the fields. The flowers seem to glow in
Speaker 1: the late afternoon light. Everything is touched with gold, and
Speaker 1: as you watch, you notice the light beginning to change again,
Speaker 1: becoming warmer, richer. The flowers are opening more fully, blooming
Speaker 1: more abundantly. The green of the grass and trees is deepening,
Speaker 1: becoming lushier, fuller. Spring is transitioning to summer. The landscape
Speaker 1: outside is becoming more verdant, more lush. The trees are
Speaker 1: fully leafed, now, their foliage thick and green. The grass
Speaker 1: is longer, swaying in a warm breeze. The spring flowers
Speaker 1: have given way to summer blooms, roses and paeonies, day
Speaker 1: lilies and black eyed Susans. The light is changing too,
Speaker 1: becoming brighter, warmer, with that particular golden quality of a
Speaker 1: summer evening. The sky is still blue, but deeper, now richer.
Speaker 1: The clouds are larger, more dramatic, towering cumulus clouds that
Speaker 1: catch the late afternoon sun and glow brilliantly white. You
Speaker 1: feel drawn to experience this final season. You stand once more,
Speaker 1: leaving your spring blanket behind, and move forward through the car.
Speaker 1: The transition between cars brings a wave of warm air,
Speaker 1: scented with summer flowers and fresh cut grass. You step
Speaker 1: into the summer car. The summer car is bright and cheerful,
Speaker 1: decorated in sunny yellows and sky blues. The seats are
Speaker 1: uphulsed in light cotton fabric and a cheerful pattern of
Speaker 1: sunflowers and blue skies, clouds and butterflies. The walls are
Speaker 1: painted a soft cream color and decorated with garlands of
Speaker 1: summer flowers. And trailing vines, morning glories and sweet peas
Speaker 1: in shades of pink.
Speaker 2: And purple and white.
Speaker 1: Windows are opened slightly in this car, letting in the
Speaker 1: warm summer breeze that smells of a thousand good things.
Speaker 1: You can smell it, the scent of roses and honeysuckle,
Speaker 1: warm earth and sunshine, freshly cut grass and ripe strawberries.
Speaker 2: You can hear it too.
Speaker 1: The gentle rustling of leaves in the wind, the distant
Speaker 1: call of cicadas beginning their evening song, the chirping of crickets,
Speaker 1: all the sounds of a summer evening. There are ceiling
Speaker 1: fans turning lazily overhead, not needed for cooling, but adding
Speaker 1: to the summer atmosphere, their gentle whirring another layer of
Speaker 1: peaceful sound. Fresh flowers sit in vases on the side tables,
Speaker 1: real flowers, dahlias and zinnias, and cosmos in bright summer colors.
Speaker 1: You choose a seat by a window and settle in
Speaker 1: the blanket. Here is the lightest yet, just a cotton
Speaker 1: throat in a blue and white stripe, cool and crisp
Speaker 1: against your skin. You drape it loosely over your lap
Speaker 1: and turn to watch the summer world. The landscape is
Speaker 1: at its most lush and abundant. Everything is growing, thriving,
Speaker 1: full of life and energy, and green, so much green
Speaker 1: in every shade imaginable, the deep forest green of mature trees,
Speaker 1: the bright lime green of new ferns, the blue green
Speaker 1: of hostas, the yellow green of new grass. Green everywhere,
Speaker 1: abundant and rich. The fields beside the tracks are tall,
Speaker 1: with corn and wheat, golden and green, rippling in waves
Speaker 1: when the breeze blows through them. The corn is higher
Speaker 1: than a person's head, dense and rustling, creating that distinctive
Speaker 1: sound that only a cornfield makes. The wheat is turning
Speaker 1: from green to gold, ready for harvest soon, bending and
Speaker 1: swaying like water. Sunflowers tower in neat rows at the
Speaker 1: field's edge, their huge yellow faces, following the sun as
Speaker 1: it lowers toward the western horizon. Turned now toward the light.
Speaker 1: The train passes through meadows thick with wild flowers, and
Speaker 1: the abundance is almost overwhelming. Daisy and Queen Anne's lace,
Speaker 1: black eyed susans, and purple cone flowers, bee balm and
Speaker 1: butterfly weed, all mixed together in a riot of summer color.
Speaker 1: Butterflies flit from flower to flower, their wings bright in
Speaker 1: the golden light. Monarchs with their orange and black wings,
Speaker 1: yellow swallow tails, small blue butterflies, white cabbage butterflies. They
Speaker 1: dance and flutter. Weightless and free bees move busily among
Speaker 1: the blooms. They're humming, creating a drowsy, contented sound, the
Speaker 1: sound of summer, industry and plenty. The trees are at
Speaker 1: their fullest, their canopies dense and green, providing deep, cool shade.
Speaker 2: Beneath.
Speaker 1: You pass through a forest, and the light filters through
Speaker 1: the leaves in dappled patterns, creating a play of light
Speaker 1: shadow that's mesmerizing to watch. The shadows dance and shift
Speaker 1: as the train moves, as the leaves rustle in the breeze.
Speaker 1: Ferns grow thick in the understory, their fronds unfurled and perfect.
Speaker 1: Wild ginger and trillium carpet the forest floor, long past blooming,
Speaker 1: but still green and lush. A pond appears beside the tracks,
Speaker 1: its surface smooth and reflecting the sky like a mirror.
Speaker 1: Cattails grow around its edges, their brown seed heads thick
Speaker 1: and perfect. You can see dragonflies hovering above the water,
Speaker 1: their iridescent wings catching the light, flashing blue and green
Speaker 1: as they dart after insects. A turtle sun bathes on
Speaker 1: a log, completely still, soaking up the warmth, its dark
Speaker 1: shell glossy in the sunshine. Lily pads on the water's surface,
Speaker 1: some with white or pink flowers, opening to the late
Speaker 1: afternoon sun. Further on, a lake appears larger and more open.
Speaker 1: Children are swimming, their splashing and laughter carrying across the water,
Speaker 1: bright and joyful. They wave at a train as it passes,
Speaker 1: jumping and calling out, and you feel yourself smiling, caught
Speaker 1: up in their joy and energy. Summer is the season
Speaker 1: of play, of ease, of long lazy days with no
Speaker 1: particular purpose except enjoyment. The children understand this perfectly. Gardens
Speaker 1: are everywhere, overflowing with vegetables and flowers in glorious abundance.
Speaker 1: You pass backyard gardens and community gardens, tiny plots beside houses,
Speaker 1: and large farm gardens with rows stretching into the distance.
Speaker 1: Tomatoes hang heavy on their vines, some still green, others
Speaker 1: ripening to red and yellow and orange.
Speaker 2: Beans climb up.
Speaker 1: Trellises and poles, their pods hanging in clusters. Zucchini plants
Speaker 1: spread their large leaves. Fruit hidden beneath cucumber vines sprawl
Speaker 1: and tangle. Pepper plants are loaded with fruits in every color,
Speaker 1: and the flowers. Roses bloom in every imaginable color. Their's
Speaker 1: scent almost overwhelming in its sweetness. When you pass close,
Speaker 1: red roses and pink ones, yellow and white and peach
Speaker 1: climbing roses covering arbors and fences. Hydranges hold their large
Speaker 1: pomp pom blooms. Blue and pink and white lilies open
Speaker 1: their trumpets. Day lilies in orange and yellow lined driveways
Speaker 1: and walkways gardens are explosions of color and life and abundance.
Speaker 1: The sun is lowering toward the horizon now, and the
Speaker 1: summer evening light is spectacular, that particular gold and quality
Speaker 1: that seems to make everything it touches more beautiful. Everything
Speaker 1: is bathed in gold, warm and rich and honeycolored. Long
Speaker 1: shadows stretch across the fields and meadows, purple blue shadows
Speaker 1: that create contrast with the golden light. The whole world
Speaker 1: seems to glow, to radiate warmth and light and beauty.
Speaker 1: The train follows a river for a while, and you
Speaker 1: watch families having picnics on its banks, taking advantage of
Speaker 1: the beautiful summer evening, Blankets spread on the grass, baskets
Speaker 1: of food open, People relaxed and happy, enjoying the outdoors,
Speaker 1: the warmth, the beauty summer fishing sitting peacefully with their
Speaker 1: lines in the water, patient and content. Others are reading
Speaker 1: or simply watching the river flow by appreciating the simple
Speaker 1: pleasure of being outside on a beautiful evening. Children weighed
Speaker 1: in the shallows, catching minnows in nets, building dams with rocks.
Speaker 1: The cumulus clouds are building higher, now, towering into the
Speaker 1: sky like mountains. Their tops are brilliant white where the
Speaker 1: sun hits them, their bases shadowed and purple where they're
Speaker 1: turned away from the light. They're magnificent, these summer clouds,
Speaker 1: constantly changing shape, building and dissipating and building again. You
Speaker 1: watch one form and grow, its edges sharp and defined,
Speaker 1: its top boiling upward like it's alive. They're peaceful summer clouds,
Speaker 1: beautiful to watch, but bringing no thread of storm. As
Speaker 1: the sun touches the horizon, the sky begins to paint
Speaker 1: itself in summer sunset colors, pinks and oranges and purples
Speaker 1: spread across the sky in broad brush strokes. The clouds
Speaker 1: catch the light and glow in shades of coral and gold,
Speaker 1: peach and rose. Some parts of the sky are still blue,
Speaker 1: others are turning purple, others are blazing orange. Its breath taking.
Speaker 1: The summer sunset, warm and rich and full, a celebration
Speaker 1: of the day ending. The landscape is turning golden in
Speaker 1: the sunset, light transformed but a magic hour. The wheat
Speaker 1: fields glow like they are made of gold, each head
Speaker 1: of grain.
Speaker 2: Touched with light.
Speaker 1: The sun flowers yellow petals seem to hold the sunlight
Speaker 1: and radiate it back. The corn leaves turn translucent and golden.
Speaker 1: Everything is touched with magic, with beauty, with the gentle
Speaker 1: peace of a summer evening coming to its close. Inside
Speaker 1: the car, the atmosphere is deeply relaxed. Most passengers are
Speaker 1: sleeping now, their breathing slow and even rocked by the constant,
Speaker 1: gentle motion of the train. The few who are still
Speaker 1: awake watch the sunset with quiet appreciation, faces peaceful and content.
Speaker 1: You feel yourself becoming sleepier too. The rhythm of the train,
Speaker 1: the warmth of the summer evening the beauty of the
Speaker 1: sunset all work together to lull you toward rest. Your
Speaker 1: eyelids are heavy, your body is completely relaxed, supported by
Speaker 1: the comfortable seat wrapped in the light summer blanket. The
Speaker 1: train continues its journey, steady and shore, carrying you through
Speaker 1: the summer landscape as the sun sets and the first
Speaker 1: stars begin to appear. As the last light fades from
Speaker 1: the summer sky and twilight deepens, you become aware that
Speaker 1: the train is beginning to slow, not stopping, just slowing
Speaker 1: to a more leisurely pace, as if in no hurry
Speaker 1: to end this journey. You've traveled through all four seasons now,
Speaker 1: from autumn's golden colors through winter's peaceful white, from spring's
Speaker 1: renewal to summer's abundant warmth. You've seen the year in
Speaker 1: a single night, watched the world transform outside your window.
Speaker 1: But the journey isn't quite over yet. The train continues,
Speaker 1: and you notice it's beginning to move backward through the
Speaker 1: seasons again, but faster now. Just glimpses summer fading back
Speaker 1: to spring, spring to winter, winter to autumn. The landscape
Speaker 1: outside shifts and changes, a beautiful blur of seasons and
Speaker 1: then the train settles into a timeless place where all
Speaker 1: seasons seem to exist at once. Through your window, you
Speaker 1: can see autumn trees, besides spring blossoms, winter snow near
Speaker 1: summer flowers. It's impossible, but beautiful, dreamlike, and peaceful. The
Speaker 1: rhythm of the train begins to slow even more.
Speaker 2: The wheels on.
Speaker 1: The rails grow quieter, softer, The rocking motion becomes gentler,
Speaker 1: like a cradle being gradually stilled. You feel yourself sinking
Speaker 1: deeper into your seat, deeper into the blanket, deeper into rest.
Speaker 1: Your body is heavy and warm and completely relaxed. Your
Speaker 1: mind is quiet, peaceful, filled with the beautiful images of
Speaker 1: the journey, but also empty, ready for sleep. The train's
Speaker 1: motion is barely perceptible now, just the slightest rocking, the
Speaker 1: faintest rhythm, The light in the cars dimming, growing softer
Speaker 1: and warmer. Other passengers are all sleeping. They're breathing, creating
Speaker 1: a gentle rhythm of its own. Outside the window, the
Speaker 1: landscape has become soft and blurred. No longer distinct colors
Speaker 1: blend into each other, Seasons merge, Time loses meaning. There's
Speaker 1: only this moment, this peaceful now, this perfect rest. The
Speaker 1: train is almost still now, floating through this timeless space,
Speaker 1: carrying you gently towards sleep, toward dreams, toward deep and
Speaker 1: perfect rest. Sleep now, dear traveler, your journey through the
Speaker 1: seasons is complete. You've seen the year unfold in all
Speaker 1: its beauty, watched the world transform and change and renew itself.
Speaker 1: Let yourself rest now, Let the rhythm of the train
Speaker 1: carry you into dreams. Let the memories of the journey
Speaker 1: comfort and soothe you. Autumn's colors, winter's peace, springs renewal,
Speaker 1: summer's warmth. All of it is within you now, all
Speaker 1: of it is here to help you rest. The train
Speaker 1: will continue its journey, moving through seasons, carrying sleeping passengers
Speaker 1: toward morning. But you don't need to think about that.
Speaker 1: You only need to rest, to sleep, to let yourself
Speaker 1: be carried. The seasons will always be here, always cycling,
Speaker 1: always changing, always beautiful, and this train will always be here,
Speaker 1: waiting to carry you through them whenever you need peace,
Speaker 1: whenever you need to escape, whenever you need to remember
Speaker 1: the beauty of the turning year. But for now, there's
Speaker 1: only sleep, only rest, only the gentle rocking of the train,
Speaker 1: the soft rhythm of the wheels, the warm comfort of
Speaker 1: your seat and blanket. Let go, let yourself drift. Let
Speaker 1: sleep take you gently, like the train carried you through seasons,
Speaker 1: smoothly and peacefully and perfectly. The year turns, the seasons change,
Speaker 1: the train moves on, and you rest. When you sleep,
Speaker 1: you dream. All is well, all is peaceful, All is
Speaker 1: exactly as it should be. Sweet dreams. Traveler, Sleep deeply,
Speaker 1: rest well. The journey is complete, and sleep has found
Speaker 1: you at last.