"Union" ~ Washington DC (c) 2011 Skip Hunt

I wasn't planning on taking the train and had no intention of even going inside of the station.

There was every reason to keep moving... until some vague magnetism nearly pulled me through the doors. Once inside, the current just kept pulling me in deeper.

Was it the attraction of wanderlust powerfully embedded within the gothic columns? Or, were there vagabond ghosts beckoning from the other side?

All I know is that just sitting there in the grand station hall felt sacred.

Skip Hunt
Austin, Texas