Trains

As I sit on my porch, winding down from a catering gig, I hear the sound of the railroad train, honking it’s mighty horn. It is loud, brash, and repetitive. It’s not a commuter train. It’s a cargo train. Loaded with goods and supplies for the state/county/country. I then think of my friend who lives very close to the battering sounds. She and I were close. We are from the same area, cut from the same cloth. I miss her and the times we shared. I miss being a part of a wonderful yet frustrating work environment. Every time I hear the roar of the train, I ache for that time. #memories #love #friendship