I live within a few blocks of the tracks and I hear the trains come and go...all day...all night. When I first moved here, it bothered me; Wasn't sure if I could handle it, or not. I've been here three years now and if , for some reason or other, there is a lull in the traffic, I begin to wonder WHAT is wrong? I guess they have their reasons for the schedules they keep, but sometimes the trains(and their whistles) are spaced farther apart than other times. I guess one might say...I miss the noise; Their comings and goings...
I remember as a boy, sleeping very lightly at night and listening to the sound of the trucks on the nearby highway. We didn't have any trains passing by where we lived back then, only trucks. The effect seems to be the same. Vehicles of any kind, moving, traveling to far away places, carrying unknown people to, who knows where. One can only imagine WHO might be going WHERE, to do WHAT...Out of all that daydreaming can come many possible scenarios; Tales of intrigue, mystery, adventure. I always assumed that dreaming was for the young, but as I get older and spend more time thinking, I realize the imagination NEVER gets old...Just the body...
For now, it is about time for the noon train. Very soon I can begin to hear the whistle as they approach the crossing down the street. Not far past our station is another crossing and so it seems they never let up on that whistle till they are long past our town...
I listen, intently, to the sound of the wheels as they roll along the tracks. I have also realized the weather and the air conditions effect the sound of the wheels and the long, lonesome sounds of the whistle; It's like saying...Hello AND goodbye...Sort of like a ghost passing through time...
Today, the noon train was right on time...First, the whistle from about a mile away, then again, as they pass...
They came and went; This one headed east...
I remember as a boy, sleeping very lightly at night and listening to the sound of the trucks on the nearby highway. We didn't have any trains passing by where we lived back then, only trucks. The effect seems to be the same. Vehicles of any kind, moving, traveling to far away places, carrying unknown people to, who knows where. One can only imagine WHO might be going WHERE, to do WHAT...Out of all that daydreaming can come many possible scenarios; Tales of intrigue, mystery, adventure. I always assumed that dreaming was for the young, but as I get older and spend more time thinking, I realize the imagination NEVER gets old...Just the body...
For now, it is about time for the noon train. Very soon I can begin to hear the whistle as they approach the crossing down the street. Not far past our station is another crossing and so it seems they never let up on that whistle till they are long past our town...
I listen, intently, to the sound of the wheels as they roll along the tracks. I have also realized the weather and the air conditions effect the sound of the wheels and the long, lonesome sounds of the whistle; It's like saying...Hello AND goodbye...Sort of like a ghost passing through time...
Today, the noon train was right on time...First, the whistle from about a mile away, then again, as they pass...
They came and went; This one headed east...
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