The Distand Sound of Trains
I’ve never liked having to get up in the mornings. When left to my own internal clock, I stay up to about 3am and sleeping until 10 or 11am in the morning. But life necessitates that I be a morning person these days. Some mornings are harder than others, like this one. My Zen Alarm clock had gone through a couple cycles before it reached my consciousness and I woke out of a dream that left me feeling haunted in some vague sense. But the routine started.
As time to leave came closer, I felt the need to snuggle up a bit to my sleeping daecon, and in the quietness of the house I heard a train whistle in the distance.
I’ve never quite understood why, but I find the sound of distant trains to be comforting. Its something I always expect to hear in the quiet of the night while drifting off to sleep. Its somehow always been there. Out there, the world still exists and is moving along in a way I don’t quite understand.
But it was that tranquil moment in the comfort of home and husband that I found the strength to face my day.