Sunday, February 13, 2005

From a Distance

From the tony subdivision off Clayton Road, the train can be heard in the distance, its lonesome whistle coloring a misty morning with a sense of romantic longing. The distance softens the roar of the diesel engines and the blast of the air horn. The distance is the difference of where I grew up, when the house shook with each passing freight. The distance is measured in miles and time.