Trains, trains, and well… more trains

trains

Trains have the magical power to wend their way into just about everyone’s heart. Doesn’t everyone have a nostalgic memory that involves trains? I enjoyed KiwiBee’s description of her home town, Laramie, that was dotted with train references.

In my own life, I remember lying in bed late at night in my tiny twin bed in my tiny bedroom in my tiny town listening intently to the distant wail of a train.  I was in a woozy, dreamy state because I was madly in love for the first time with someone that lived far away in Santa Ynez, California. He was a tall, beautiful, bronzy Californian, and I’m sure he’d already forgotten about me right about 30 minutes after he left town. At any rate, I would slide my window open, and jump out to the backyard and sit in the cool summer grass while basking in the soothing glow of the full moon with the hum of  trains in the background. I was probably dreaming I was on one of those trains heading straight for Santa Ynez.  Talk about giving a whole new meaning to the word ‘moony’…

Anyway, I have many fond memories of trains. In fact, just recently, I  happened to be awake in the middle of the night, and heard the plaintive whistle of a train in the distance. Childhood memories flooded my thoughts. I told my sister about this the next day. She, too, had been awake that night to hear the train, and was also reminiscing about the days of living in our tiny town hearing the train whistles blow in the middle of the night in the middle of the desert .