2 thoughts on “Dream your freedom into being – #290/365

  1. When I was a boy, I’d lie next to my open bedroom window, during warm and cool months, and listen to the passing trains rumbling in the distance. There is something so soothing, yet so haunting, about the sound of a train echoing it’s way along the tracks, while blowing its siren’s call across wooded hills, to all those who will listen. Maybe it’s the mystery of wondering where the train is coming from and where it is going. Maybe it’s the steady, rhythmic clacking, from tons of metal cars and wheels grinding against miles of metal rails. Whatever it is, it lulled this bedded misfit into dreams of adventure and secret places. And still does.

  2. When I was a boy, I’d lie next to my open bedroom window, during warm and cool months, and listen to the passing trains rumbling in the distance. There is something so soothing, yet so haunting, about the sound of a train echoing it’s way along the tracks, while blowing its siren’s call across wooded hills, to all those who will listen. Maybe it’s the mystery of wondering where the train is coming from and where it is going. Maybe it’s the steady, rhythmic clacking, from tons of metal cars and wheels grinding against miles of metal rails. Whatever it is, it lulled this bedded misfit into dreams of adventure and secret places. And still does.

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