There is something about train tracks I love... Maybe it's the parallel lines that traverse thousands of miles across the country and the possibility they hold for those who ride those rails. Or maybe it's the simplicity of the iron and wood, that somehow work together to keep a massive train from derailing. Or just maybe it's the many, many, metaphors one can conjure up about trains and life.
I've never actually been on a train. Not unless you count Tweetsie Railroad. I've always dreamed of hopping in a boxcar and hitching a ride across the country, like so many characters in books and movies. Of course that has yet to happen, and probably never will, but I like to pretend its still a possibility. That maybe, one day when the monotony of everyday life has worn me down, I'll just take a leap of faith, hop on a train, and hang on for the ride .
I've never actually been on a train. Not unless you count Tweetsie Railroad. I've always dreamed of hopping in a boxcar and hitching a ride across the country, like so many characters in books and movies. Of course that has yet to happen, and probably never will, but I like to pretend its still a possibility. That maybe, one day when the monotony of everyday life has worn me down, I'll just take a leap of faith, hop on a train, and hang on for the ride .
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