I have always loved trains; I find them mysterious, and intriguing. I like to dream of where they’re going, and where they came from. I wonder about what they’re carrying, and who’s riding them. I live close to the train tracks, and most nights I can hear the lonely whistle of the train, and I try to imagine where it is headed as I fall asleep.
Sometimes I dream that I am on that train, headed to some far away, unknown town.
I always have the yearning to travel far far away, and train tracks always make me dream of distant places.