The loneliest sound on earth is a train whistle in the night. From an online journal It’s not the who, what and where memories I savor from my childhood. My small village of Bellmore, N.Y., had its own unique sounds and smells. At night when the train whistle blew…I dreamed of faraway places that perhaps I might someday visit. The whistle stirred something inside me, a yearning that I did not understand.
This made me recall "Downbound Train," a song I listened to for a bit in college. Especially the way he sang the lyric "then I heard that long whistle whine..." So mournful. But I find trains full of promise. I got off at Union Station at sunrise this morning, and something about walking the outdoor platform between two trains in that early light felt hopeful. I hope you and your family are well, John.