14 March 2010

Train In Vain: Winter

I waited, and it grew cold...

 

...no lonely whistle sounded, and the trees offered no counsel. As the snow fell, wispy hands caressing my face while I stood and shivered, I wondered just how far it would have taken me anyway.

Down in the valley, the river chuckled and hissed, content to be on its way.

Photo Credit: Irish Gumbo

8 comments:

  1. Oh wow. I love the yearning of train tracks and possibilties.

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  2. Hi, what's with the mist of melancholy surrounding this post. I loved the thought of you imagining where the train would have taken you. That was a beautiful post.

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  3. "...the trees offered no counsel."

    Seems like they only do that when they have leaves. Perhaps nudity makes them too self-conscious to advise.

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  4. How many steps until you get around that bend that disappears behind those trees?

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  5. This post and that photo sums up today perfectly. Thanks.

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  6. lonely is an addiction....

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  7. There it is ... the lonely stretch of my job. Oh the rails they are a calling!

    namaste!

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  8. I like to watch the trains go past and their whistle is so mournful.

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