The View from My Balcony

I sit here, glass of wine in hand (Apothic Red is the brand; Kroger sells it for $22, but we bought it for $12 at a local wine shop) enjoying a beautiful late-winter evening. In the distance, notice the parked train. About six times a day (though I've never counted), a train goes by. It doesn't matter what room you're in; you hear it.

The sound pleases me. It reminds me of childhood, listening as a train approaches, or sitting in a car, stopped at a track, waiting for the train to pass.