So, sometimes you wait and wait and wait for a train to come, all the while the sun dips in and out of clouds bringing bright light (great for taking photographs) and patches of darkness. You hope for a train, but you often find yourself hoping for the sunlight too. When the shadows come, you can find yourself wishing the train away. Suddenly you are at cross purposes with yourself. Then you hear the rumble, then you see the headlight in the distance and then the bright light comes streaming down from above. But you don't trust the situation and you glance behind your shoulder to see a cloud coming. Not just a thin, wispy little cloud, but a big fat one. The train is coming, the camera comes up, you say a quick prayer and... it's too late.
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| The tunnels... in the shade. |
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