I like trains, which is a good thing.
I live really really close to the tracks,
a fact which the realtor who showed us the place,
6 years ago,
did not disclose.
In the morning's wee hours we'd hear it
It woke us up every time.
And we said....
Things not fit to print.
But I digress
Have you ever wanted to just hop onto a flat car
as it swooshed by you, (it's quicker than it looks)
Just to see where it would take you?
Where would I end up?
Where is the end of the line?
Would I even still be in my own province,
in my own country?
And how long would it take?
But, I suppose,
ignoring the fact that it's probably illegal,
it's also not the responsible thing to do
I suppose, must be responsible
at least some of the time.
But I can imagine.
Maybe it would be a good theme for a book,
or another item to add to my
"things to do before I kick the bucket"
For now, I guess I'll just walk.