I love trains–especially hearing one in the night in the distance, that faraway sound moving father away that means somebody is going somewhere. I love riding on trains and watching them go by. I never mind (anymore) being stopped by one on my way somewhere else. And it’s an especially good day if I happen to catch one chugging along the middle of the street downtown.
Once I get on a train, I have a hard time getting off. I said this to a friend a few weeks ago and then forgot about it until this minute, sitting in front of a blank screen, breathing out, and waiting for the dust to settle.
I still enjoy the visceral memory of riding my bike home from UW-Madison and being stopped at the train tracks, standing there and soaking in the power of the train as it rumbled past. I think it got me back to my apartment on the south side of town many minutes faster.
Ha, that’s a nice visual, Anne.
My first apartment was one block from the train tracks. My first home was a little farther away, but close enough to hear the trains hooking up at night. It was a comfort more than an annoyance.
I hear you, BK. And welcome to Catching Days. Thanks for leaving a comment.
Love it. 🙂 I, too, don’t mind being stopped by trains. And indeed something ephemeral and internal about the faraway sound… From mid-Missouri, it’s a great way to get to Chicago. 🙂
So, Dave, practical as well. And I’m loving your love poems from the ozarks. About half way. Sorry I didn’t make your deadline. Still behind but picking up speed…
the trains are what making traveling in Europe so easy – it connects people to so many great villages and towns –
So true, Chris. Wish we had one from here to Atlanta.
I have mixed feeling about trains, actually. I DO like the sound of them when they’re more in the distance, unless it’s 4:42pm and I know my boyfriend’s mother is on it, about to arrive home and ’cause him more stress (no, I won’t get into it, but…). I love the idea of trains, but mostly in days of old. There’s something romantic about them back then 🙂
I have a fear of them, too. The mother of a school mate (back in 1970) got stuck on the tracks in her car. I won’t say more than that, but that was when they finally installed gates. I don’t trust they’ll always work, so get that touch of nervousness each time I cross. And unlike all of you, most times I get annoyed when I have to wait for them ’cause I just want to get wherever I need to go.
For about 5 months, back in 1975, I commuted to Manhattan by train to attend school and that got old pretty quickly. But with all that said, I do have a favorite train: The Hogwarts Express 😀 😉
Ha, Donna, I LOVE your last sentence : ) And thanks for weighing in.
Speaking of Dogwoods & Trains… here’s ‘my’ BC Rail Budd Car!
I worked the run from North Vancouver to Prince George return…
as a rail steward… catering to passengers who lived along the line…
a 1 year stint in ’87…a 2 day return trip with 3 days to sleep it off…
traveling thru 4 seasons & 4 climate zones… the thrill of a lifetime!
Helena, this sounds WONderful! 🙂
Yes… my very own *Hogwart’s Express*… (lol)
Wow, what fun, Helena! And thanks for the photo.
So… we’ve covered planes & trains…
now what about boats, Cynthia?
…another post perhaps? ~;)
Yesterday I came across a lovely photo a boat that I took a couple years back and thought the same thing, Helena.