Watching Trains

I loved watching trains as a kid and still do.  There is something about the sound of a train as it rolls on down the track.  The logos on the box cars all tell stories of distant corners of America.  Great Northern, Southern Serves the South, Illinois Central.  As each car passes, I imagine where it is heading to and where it has come from.
My mind sees a story in the train.  It sill does.  Each train tells a story.  From the wave to the engineer to the last glance at the FRED.  Each squeal of the beveled wheels as it rolls past acknowledges the life of the train, signals that the train has somewhere to go before tomorrow comes.