Train Dreams

Cumberland Steam Engine Photo by Caroline Blizzard
Cumberland Steam Engine
Photo by Caroline Blizzard

The ghostly whistle of a lonesome train floats into the thin night air and frees my restless heart from its cage.

Somewhere in the near distance, tracks laid on the land by the hard toil of men nestle themselves into the soft earth with the shimmy and shake of each passing giant, leading men to freedom and hope.

Brisk nights nip at the heals of days filled with toil and purpose, while visions of grandiose lives and forgotten tycoons tug at the corners of wandering minds.

The train’s whistle seeps into the night and into our dreams and into our hearts, at once embracing us as captives yet freeing us as dreamers.

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