I love trains–especially hearing one in the night in the distance, that faraway sound moving father away that means somebody is going somewhere. I love riding on trains and watching them go by. I never mind (anymore) being stopped by one on my way somewhere else. And it’s an especially good day if I happen to catch one chugging along the middle of the street downtown.
Once I get on a train, I have a hard time getting off. I said this to a friend a few weeks ago and then forgot about it until this minute, sitting in front of a blank screen, breathing out, and waiting for the dust to settle.