“Irrevocable. Do you know how long it takes to understand that word?” – The Secrets of Harry Bright by Joseph Wumbaugh
Thunder, lightning, wind and driving rain banging off the RV at 1 AM. Startles me. Eyes snap open. Something in my primeval core alerts me.
The serenade continues for another 45 minutes after which sleep alludes me. I am wide awake.
This is madness.
What’s that? A train. Oh yes. A wonderful encore to the storm.
Something about the sound of a train moving through the night. That lonesome horn blasting.
The rumble of steel on steel. Moving air. Going to some distant spot on the globe.
I really love that sound.
“Life without friends means death without company” – Death Without Company by Craig Johnson