Last night in bed I thought of you. Even though we are hidden off in no(new)man's land, in the distance I heard the rumble of a TRAIN! I don't know how far away it is. Somewhere between close enough to shake the windows and far enough to not be heard at all.
In the city where I used to work as a police officer there were two sets of train tracks which bisected the city neatly down the middle (It was the only place I have ever lived where there really was a wrong side of the tracks, and people viewed it as such.). Just about every day a train would go through town that was so long that for several minutes it was impossible to travel from one side of thre town to the other. In such instances the police and the ambulance service would position people on either side of the tracks in the event of an emergency. It's a sick feeling when you are trying to rush to a 911 call and being faced with an unfeeling, slow-moving ribbon of steel. Swearing and pounding on the steering wheel does not make it move faster. The photo of the train reminded of those moments.
Well, there is a train track not TOO far from here. If you listen, you still can hear the trains when they go by. Thankfully, not as loud as our last place on "Depot Street", or probably as loud as yours either by what you have said. So John may still be able to hear a train rumble now and again!
Yeah, I suppose that rumble isn't a "good, solid sound" when one isn't on a leisurely walk and willing to rest tired legs. I apologize for bringing back old stress; I felt tense just reading about it! (p.s. John says we live on the wrong side of both the tracks that cushion us.)
Last night in bed I thought of you. Even though we are hidden off in no(new)man's land, in the distance I heard the rumble of a TRAIN! I don't know how far away it is. Somewhere between close enough to shake the windows and far enough to not be heard at all.
ReplyDeleteTrain rumble is a good, solid sound. John's always known the sound of a train, and I think he'll miss it most.
ReplyDeleteIn the city where I used to work as a police officer there were two sets of train tracks which bisected the city neatly down the middle (It was the only place I have ever lived where there really was a wrong side of the tracks, and people viewed it as such.). Just about every day a train would go through town that was so long that for several minutes it was impossible to travel from one side of thre town to the other. In such instances the police and the ambulance service would position people on either side of the tracks in the event of an emergency. It's a sick feeling when you are trying to rush to a 911 call and being faced with an unfeeling, slow-moving ribbon of steel. Swearing and pounding on the steering wheel does not make it move faster. The photo of the train reminded of those moments.
ReplyDeleteWell, there is a train track not TOO far from here. If you listen, you still can hear the trains when they go by. Thankfully, not as loud as our last place on "Depot Street", or probably as loud as yours either by what you have said. So John may still be able to hear a train rumble now and again!
ReplyDeleteYeah, I suppose that rumble isn't a "good, solid sound" when one isn't on a leisurely walk and willing to rest tired legs. I apologize for bringing back old stress; I felt tense just reading about it! (p.s. John says we live on the wrong side of both the tracks that cushion us.)
ReplyDeleteAnd, Beck...Woo-hoo!