Day Twelve: Train Crossings

Having boys changed train crossings for me. A train between
here to there is no longer an interruption. It’s a surprise. It’s exciting in
all the sensory. The sound, the speed – you can’t catch any of it. It crowds
out everything else, in particular that sense of where you’re supposed to be
going.

I put the car in park, fold my hands on the top of the wheel
and lay my chin on them, watching the train pass by.

Where’s it going?

What’s it carrying?

How much more fun would it be riding somewhere on that train – anywhere – than to where we’re driving in this car?

Feeling like you just busted into the middle of a conversation? Maybe you did. Let me take you to Day One of this series so you can begin at the beginning.