The light comes up over the fields before anyone wakes, and the first cup of coffee steams on a metal tray while the countryside brushes past the window. Seventy-five watercolor-inspired illustrations follow a single day on the rails, from the vaulted glass of a great station to the last lamp-lit carriage running on through the dark.

In between, the small things. A coat folded onto the rack. A book open and unread on a lap. A child kneeling backward on the seat to watch the world unspool, a cheek asleep against the glass, the wheat turning gold and the towns turning to silhouettes. This is the part of the journey nobody photographs and everyone remembers. Not the arriving. The going.