Riding the light rail is such a spiritual journey for me. I always pick the left-hand side for the best views, and, with music in tow, I ride it from start to finish. …Have you ever noticed how each station has its own distinctive flair? Yea, there are ghosted trees, frosted panes and binary code all along my journey from the Warehouse District of Hennepin Avenue to the Mall of America.

Cedar Riverside Station: it has a map of the stars on the ceiling. (I sometimes wonder if they’ll match up with what I’m actually seeing in the sky.) Outside of the stations themselves, there are still more beauties to behold: abandoned granaries, the Minnehaha Falls, a military cemetery—with what seems to be an infinite number of rows of white headstones, that form a number of geometric patterns as you pass.

The cemetery is my favorite, followed closely by that grand suspension bridge (for bicyclists or pedestrians?) nearby Franklin Avenue Station.
I am convinced that the cars speed up significantly in the tunnels; the light rail becomes a subway in and around Lindbergh Terminal Station.

Exit it, however, and we are back on open land once again.

Like clockwork, we arrive at a stop and then quickly leave it (when the train passes me in this fashion, I don’t even get mad).

For two years I have done this, and for many more years I intend to do the same… Why just take a bus when you could also take a train.

Tags: Cedar Riverside, Light Rail