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.
Riding the train home from Washington DC, we passed through many small towns.
Many of the buildings seemed forgotten, abandoned.
But some showed signs of life.
There were quiet little houses, each holding its own little story that I will never know. And they will never know mine.
It is interesting to pass through towns you might not otherwise ever see, towns that have long been forgotten. I always wonder what life is like in different places.