Trains...

I love trains.

With everything that we have sold and downsized and given up, I still have my father's lionel train set.

There is something so safe about trains. They have a schedule. They have a conductor. They have a track.

If it is your first time on a train, you are seeing everything new. If you are on the train every day, you just become lulled into a meditative half slumber, recognizing the landscape and feeling a certain safety.

As a little girl, I always loved hearing the train whistles in the middle of the night. My heart would thump and race; I would make up stories about the people traveling out of town on those trains. I wanted so badly to be on one of those trains.

And now I live in Grand Junction.
I hear those whistles every night.
And I absolutely love them.
Because they have brought me home.

PS (They drive Mike crazy but I still love them)