There is something a little lonely about a train in the night. Maybe it is the sound of that long hollow train horn at midnight, or the repetitious clack as it goes over the wooden beams, or just maybe it is the remembrance of that late night trip home waiting for the train to pass by the railroad crossing. My father spent many a night as a child alone in a Dallas Tx hospital bed listening to the howl of that train horn late at night, wishing he was home with his family. He would tell of the stories of those times and each train whistle brought back those memories. As you look at this picture let your imagination drift as you see the blue evening sky begin to fold in while the sun beams start to dwindle along the rails, can you hear the whistle blowing? Makes one thankful for a road home doesn't it?
Blessings
Linda