raindrops and train crossings

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Yesterday morning I got stuck at the train crossing for probably the 2nd time in nearly 4 years of this commute. It has been (had been?) raining fairly steadily for the past couple of days and there was the slightest little break. So I took a few snapshots with my phone *GASP* and then tonight puttered a wee bit with a photo editor.

Don’t YOU feel lucky? Either way, there is something about trains and crossing that seems almost surreatraintracksl to me. Yet homey. I cannot explain it. But it usually sends me into some sort of temporary nostalgic gauzy and fuzzy state of mind. Makes me think of summer and movies like “Super 8” or “Stand by Me” – as if I ever had an adventure even remotely as awesome as what we see in those films. But maybe I wanted one. Hmm?

Either way – it was a lovely moment. And today I’m hit with the reality that is I am now the mother of a 17 year old boy. S E V E N T E E N years old. When and how does that happen? How is it that I feel and
think like a gal in my mid 20’s and yet have to rear this beast of a boy (and deal with his ever loving funk?)?

Train tracks. Crossings. Waiting for danger to pass…and raindrops on my windshield.

On a side note this week’s Season finale of “The Walking Dead” was some of the best TV I’ve ever seen. Welcome back, Rick Grimes, you have been so sorely missed. Man I cannot wait until Season 5!!!

 

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4 thoughts on “raindrops and train crossings

  1. I was trying to guess where you took that picture, but I can’t, I was thinking Clover Park Technical College, but that’s a long shot. Great post, it’s good to hear an outside perspective about what’s happening back home when you’re not there. And I do miss the rain, I really do.

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