It’s the kind of river that shows up often in books you read as a child,

Wide and significant,

An  adventure.

But then you look across the road and there it is,

Full of history, but so very present.

Ordinary and mysterious.

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Loud things always affect me.

They fill me

Or they make me feel sick

Or they make me want to curl up and escape.

A train woke me up the other night.

Its horn was so loud that I thought this train was going to come straight in through our open window and split

Us

This house

The world

Apart.

It wasn’t just the horn I heard.

There was a gentle musical sound wrapped around the harshness of the horn. It sounded absolutely heavenly.

Turns out the train wasn’t going through us-

Just beside us, over by the Mississippi.

In the morning, out on the deck,

I listened to a train run by on the same tracks.

I was glad to hear the same thing I’d heard in the night-

the painful loud layer and the beautiful musical layer.

I am glad that I heard the train in the night without seeing it the first time.

If I had seen it, I might have missed the music.

There are layers to be discovered in the Unseen.

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2 thoughts on “The Mississippi and the Train

  1. “There are layers to be discovered in the Unseen.” I love that!
    And the last pic – what awesome beauty. Did the storm in those clouds reach you?

    1. Yes, it did! In a matter of just minutes it had arrived. It felt like it came out of nowhere. It was so interesting to watch it come… the sky changed its appearance so quickly.

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