I love this abandoned train yard near our apartment. My parents’ home is situated near a set of active train tracks. Growing up, I’d fall asleep listening to the rumbling of a train traversing the tracks. We’d count the cars, walk the tracks, and pick up any loose coal that might have fallen from the cars. Once every summer, an old steam engine would chug across the tracks and ring a large bell to signal its passing. Trains were such a fascinating part of my childhood and always seem to remind me of home.
Now, Darrin and I fall asleep listening to the sounds of cars rolling across the 35W bridge or boats driving down the Mississippi. It’s funny to track the changes in your life by the changes in the sounds you’re used to hearing. I grew up with an ear attuned to trains, barking dogs, mumbles from the voices downstairs, laughter from my sisters’ bedrooms, shouts on the soccer field, musical notes on a piano, etc. Now my ears are attuned to my husband’s humming from his office, the noisy baby in the apartment above us, the Skype dial tone before a call from my sisters, the hum of the espresso machine in our kitchen, and the movement of the wind down by the river. Sound can be one crazy timeline.
I hope your week is off to a great start! I’m feeling extra motivated today. It might be all this warm weather Minneapolis has finally been experiencing. Or it might be the 10 chocolate covered espresso beans I consumed earlier. Either way, bring it on, Tuesday!
P.S. Sweater capes and ponchos are basically excuses to wear a blanket in public. And I’m all about that. Way to go, winter weather fashion.