Just a lovely post. The colors, the mood ... :)

Right now I live the farthest than I've ever lived from a train track. I never knew if we were on the right or the wrong side of the tracks, ha, but childhood memories are of waving to hobos before train regs made all the boxcars close their doors when traveling, the sound of the trains whooshing or sometimes chugging by, the cattle cars with mooing inhabitants ... I'm pleased that even though I no longer see trains going by, a track about 3 miles east is at least audible at times with a tooting horn.