half an hour to midnight here.
Mamma is sacked out, we live in a quiet neighborhood, and there are no cars. We are about about half a mile from railroad tracks, and there are a couple fast freights heading West about now. There's something about that off in the distance lonesome whistle announcing its passage. That odd shuffling driver sound.
It is a good day coming, to be alive.
You all have a good day...
Rich
Funny you mentioned fast freights. That's actually the term we use on the railroad for freight trains here in the east, or at least the region I work. I'm that guy that wakes people up in the middle of the night with that distant lonesome whistle.