These train tracks run right behind the house where I grew up, and the trains that would travel along these tracks used to shake my bedroom as I fell asleep. I’d occasionally wake up to the blaring horn of some conductor making his presence in our backyard known around 3am. My sisters and I would warn our friends sleeping over that the house might shake while they were sleeping. No need to be alarmed. Then we’d curl up in our blankets secretly loving the excitement of a rumbling train zipping right outside our windows.
Train tracks always make me think about the past and the future and the everything in between. The track my own locomotive is following, and where that track might lead. Darrin and I walked over these tracks after one of our high school dances. We were carrying a big blanket and a flash light as we hopped across the tracks to the park that’s tucked behind these trees. We spent the rest of that starry night finding constellations and discussing things that sixteen-year-olds who think they’re “mature for their age” like to discuss. That was when I hitched my little train car to Darrin’s. We married nine years later.
So this little post is dedicated to summer. And to moving a few miles farther along the tracks. I’ve got one more essay to revise and submit and then FREEDOM, my friends! In the wise words of The Little Engine That Could: I think I can…I think I can..I think I can… 😉
Have a great rest of your Thursday!