THE ROMANCE OF TRAINS

Last night it was warm enough to keep my bedroom window open. I could hear wind, far away traffic, and for a short time- the sprinkle of rain. There was something solid inside of me. A strength. A kind of peace. An identity. In my old house, I was able to hear the train at night. It was several miles away, but I could hear its low rumble winding through the night still. A calming low rumble like blood flowing through a vein. The sound would reverberate through the Deerfield sky. I think trains are one of the few industrial-era archetypes. If I knew what they symbolized in certain and concrete terms, I’m sure some of the romance would disappear, like when the lights go on in an intimate bar. When I think of trains, I’m left not with a definition, but rather a list of words and pictures… a kind of recipe for a familiar taste that cannot be named.    slow… steady… powerful…  mass… motion… progress…

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