The tranquil and existential nature of railroading is, for me, at once a leisurely reflection and an analytical study of the soul and substance of this humble, impassioned and beleaguered proletarian poet, and an amazing vehicle for observing the indescribably awesome wonder of the multi-hued climates, and the historically textured, emotionally threaded tapestries of land and sky.
In my travels, there have been valuable lessons, rousing laughs, a few close calls, and songs, so many songs, of course. But her, the one I'll never see again - I see her always in every cloud and star, selfishly relish her in the blazing heat, tenderly caress her in the biting cold, regretfully miss her as the leaves turn, wish for her as I sail into the black.
And every day, another train...
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