First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Field Notes on Love
Mae wakes, as she does every morning, to the sound of a train.
Even before she opens her eyes, she can feel the low rumble of it straight through her toes, but it’s the whistle that finally tears at the thin gauze of sleep. She turns over to peer through the blinds. Just beyond their backyard, a long chain of silver cars is streaking past.
Two weeks from now, she’ll be standing in the middle of Penn Station, waiting for a train not so different from this one. The minute she steps on board, she’ll no longer be a fixed point on the map, the way she’s been her whole life.