You know the kind - oldish teen leaves for an indefinite period of time and you manage to awaken in the middle of the night to find her still out, and then spend the next indefinite amount of time (for me, it's usually quite a bit) obsessing over all the horrible things that could have already happened/be happening. When she (finally) texted me at 5:02 am to say that no, she would not be home, she would be spending the night with her friend, I wanted to reply: Technically, hon,morning has broken, but I was too spent and relieved to say anything but ok. (She had actually been asleep when I texted her much earlier.)
I, like so many others around these parts, am fortunate to live within earshot of a train,or at least a morning train. Maybe I get too busy and other-minded to notice if it comes at other times. But it's especially pleasant and comforting when it comes after a night like the one I just had. My mom read The Little Engine That Could (apparently) many times to me as a child, and do you know, to this day, when reading it to my own children (soon I will be reading it to my first grandchild!), when I turn a certain page to say a certain thing this wonderful feeling goes flitting through me (some form of a deja vu I'm thinking), but I am always newly amazed that I still do that. Maybe that's where the love of trains started. :-)
I love thinking up ideas for eternity, so I'll close with one I just thought of: train rides!!
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