When the train stopped for the night the two men approached a boxcar. The taller one climbed in, looked around. Empty but for a few pallets. Okay, he said and the shorter man along with a woman and a child scrambled up. The child needed help, a lifting. The sun low tangled in the few desert scrub trees. Byzantium sky slow choked itself black.
I like trains too! In fact, I was thinking about an article featuring a train for an upcoming post. Now you've gone and forced me to move it up in my queue 😉
Thanks for the story, Victor, and for the time I've spent speculating what the train ultimately delivered!
I love trains, too. For me, this was all about the long haul:
"Each slow revolution of each slow wheel enumerable as an intractable and monotonous calculation to fathom the extent of eternity. Irrefutable proof that life forever orbits the same axle and cannot depart from the trajectory of its fate."
This is such a fun newsletter. I always wait until I have uninterrupted time to relax and enjoy the next piece.