Trains

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Late at night when I wake up, I hear the rumble of trains.

Far away sounds, yet very familiar.

To the south, the crash of empty railway cars rolling west to prepare to fill themselves with the tops of Coal Mountains fill the night air.

To the north, a whistle announces the arrival of consumer goods.

The railways were here long before I arrived. I learned its history was leaned in television programs and folk songs.

I worked at a train station for a while, with access to free travel on the rocking cars.

But until you ride the rails and fill the rhythm, you cannot appreciate the magnitude of the metal ribbon, which connected our country.

And to me is a wonderful method to travel. Enjoy the ride.