I sit at my desk and see the trains coming and going. I’ve developed a habit of looking at the time, and think “ah, the 8:05, right on time”, or whatever time it happens to be when I look up and see them, or hear their whistle (when I had visitors this summer, they thought I had the train schedule memorized :)). Somehow, it brings me comfort to hear that whistle, see them gliding by across the water, and wonder where the passengers might be headed to. So many stories inside one of those trains. I have my own stories of train travels; maybe that’s what brings comfort, seeing my memories glide silently by.
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Seeing my memories glide by … beautiful words. Super image .. I can nearly hear it 🙂
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Love trains. Just been on one, but I am hooked. 🙂 You do have a wonderful view!
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Train trips are so relaxing. I used to travel on trains in Mexico as a kid. More recently I went from Northern California to Denver, an overnight, two day trip that was wonderful.
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PS: Thanks, my view is incredible!! So lucky to be here.
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Elective travel is alway pleasant. Gliding along on silver tracks with a different view around very bend must provide a constant source of enjoyment. I would hope to experience those pleasures myself, some day soon.
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I certainly hope you get to experience train travel soon. Happy travels, Drew.
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I love those rolling hills behind the train. If that’s the view from your house, I’d say you’re pretty lucky. And you have a good memory, too. 😄
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Thanks, TG. Yes, that is my view from my small apartment. I may be moving within a few months to another location in this town, so I savor (as I always have) the scenes playing out in front of me. As for my memory…that’s debatable 🙂
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