There is a thrill when you step off the train into the smells, sounds and sights of a new city. A sense of accomplishment.
You take a look around you and know that whichever way you go will be entirely new to you, your feet remain untouched by routine and unencumbered by thought. You just go.
The dulling days of the last city now a memory growing fonder, the end of the cycle beyond the horizon, as the days of travel rise and swell and slowly sink, until it’s time to move on.