December 7, 2004
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Snow Ice Line
The snow ice line is up north, the thick shower mist of rain is here. Yesterday the pink sunrise topped the Winchester Square church steeple as I stood elevated train platform high and looked up at its peak. Today is close - slippery eel skin - close. The train arrival was a lumbering predator through the fog; it hid behind a grey curtain of camouflage. The track side train signals snapped alive, they knew of us. The steel ghost saw this and changed direction around the curved track heading straight for us. We were slowly stalked through the murk. Frozen like deer in its three set of lights we stood impatiently by waiting for the rolling carnivore to devour us whole, only to be deposited, stool like, at the T station.
"First and Finest" had its steam operations running wide open oozing vapor sheets into the already saturated day when we arrived.
December mornings are here.
Comments (2)
You do a great job of painting word pictures! This was very vivid.
Ohh, live steam! Nothing quite like it.
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