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Night Train<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n I can\u2019t sleep on this warm and quiet night. I toss and turn. I get up and walk around the house. It seems too dark and too quiet and I’m too uneasy. I can find nothing on this night to relax me. I can find nothing that will help me fall asleep. I look in the refrigerator — as if there is something in there that will help me sleep. Milk? Juice? Jam? Leftover chicken?<\/span><\/p>\n I decide to make some hot tea and watch TV \u2013 surely there is something to watch that would bore me to sleep \u2013 there always is. I need something droning and uninteresting. I scan the channels and settle on C-Span. Nothing is more boring than watching congress in action. But tonight C-Span is showing a group of protesters and they\u2019re noisy and it aggravates me. <\/span><\/p>\n I flip on the Roku and graze the apps \u2013 Netflix, PBS, Amazon Prime, Smithsonian\u2026 I click on Amazon Prime and scroll though the offerings. I find one that says, \u201cBox Fan for sleep and relaxation\u201d. I turn it on. What could be more boring than the sound of a box fan droning? White noise is just the ticket.<\/span><\/p>\n I drink my tea and watch the box fan\u2019s blades blurring and whirring. I still can\u2019t sleep. The harder I try, the more futile it seems. Sleep now seems like a dream. And if you can\u2019t sleep \u2013 a bad dream.<\/span><\/p>\n The wind is blowing from the south tonight. When the wind comes from the south \u2013 for one thing, it’s usually warm. The air seems full of its tropical upbringing. It\u2019s a welcome wind and it brings a welcome breath of summer to what has been an unusually chilly month of May.<\/span><\/p>\n The air conditioning is turned off. I’ll save it for those hot nights ahead. The bedroom window is open, and the southerly breeze makes the curtains float and dance like ghosts. I imagine myself, a little boy, shaking with fear as the ghosts flutter in the breeze. But now, all grown up, I just see curtains that remind me of ghosts. <\/span><\/p>\n Only this and nothing more. Quote the old man… nevermore.<\/span><\/p>\n I become increasingly irritated with my inability to sleep. I\u2019m jealous. Everyone in my little town is asleep but me. But of course, I know that that\u2019s not true. I\u2019m sure somewhere, some policeman or policewoman is cruising the streets on the lookout for some furtive skulker slinking in the shadows. And I\u2019m sure the gas station\/convenience \u201cmart\u201d up on Main Street is open. They\u2019re open 24 hours \u2013 even on Christmas. <\/span><\/p>\n But most everyone else is asleep.<\/span><\/p>\n But I\u2019m not. I\u2019m wide awake, listening to the wind and watching my ghostly curtains rustle and billow. The wind has too much equator in it \u2013 it\u2019s too warm for mid-May. I should close the windows and turn on the air conditioner, but I love the smell of the fresh air and the sound of the wind. <\/span><\/p>\n It usually puts me to sleep \u2013 but not on this night.<\/span><\/p>\n When the wind blows from the south, all the sounds from the southern side of my small town float up this way. There\u2019s a large train yard down there. It\u2019s mostly been replaced with a more modern \u201cAI\u201d controlled facility a couple of dozen miles from here. But there is still some activity in the train yard now and again- and when the wind blows from the south, I can hear the faint clanking and clattering of train cars being coupled and uncoupled.<\/span><\/p>\n The southerly wind is quite brisk tonight and when I listen intently, I can hear the sounds of the train yard on and off. The police and gas station employees and customers are not the only ones wide awake at 3:00 AM this Thursday morning. There must be some men and women working in the train yard hitching and unhitching coal cars, livestock cars, and whatever kinds of railroad cars clatter in the night.<\/span><\/p>\n The train yard is on the verge of closing. It has been for years. I wonder what those people think as they hook and unhook those railroad cars. To them, it must seem like a never-ending repetitive task \u2013 hooking up and unhooking the cars from the groaning diesel-powered electric engines. I wonder if they ever think about the day the train yard will close and their expertise is no longer needed. I hear the new train yard has only a handful of employees. AI-controlled robots do the work. <\/span><\/p>\n All the work that was once done by dedicated and loyal human beings with families to support.<\/span><\/p>\n While I\u2019m thinking about those poor souls about to lose their situation and watching the warm southerly winds ruffle the bedroom curtains, I hear the forlorn sound of a train whistle. This one won\u2019t be stopping at the train yard. This is a passenger train. It\u2019s the 4:08 to New York City. It\u2019s just now pulling into the train station only a couple of miles south of here.<\/span><\/p>\n Not very many people from my tiny town take the train to New York City. I guess that\u2019s why it stops here at 4:08. Next stop Cleveland, then Eire, then Buffalo, and then who knows?<\/span><\/p>\n I hear the forlorn train whistle growing nearer. It is a lonely sound carried on the same southerly wind that was born at the equator. One that has been softly tempered by its journey through the Tropic of Cancer, and which now flutters my bedroom curtains as it plays its soft sweet song for me.<\/span><\/p>\n The train is stopping at the station now \u2013 I imagine. I finally realize there are more people awake than I imagined. And I realize that I\u2019m not as alone tonight as I thought. There must be someone working at the station and a lonely traveler or two waiting for the 4:08 AM train to New York City.<\/span><\/p>\n And I know the engineer and his crew are awake. My thoughts stray and waver. I\u2019m so tired. I wonder where the engineer lives. Does he have a wife? Does he have kids? Will the engineer end his workday in New York, or will he turn the train around and head back to points west?<\/span><\/p>\n All food for thought to me as I lie awake trying to sleep. My mind is too busy to sleep.<\/span><\/p>\n I think of all the little towns, just like mine, that the train passes through on its nocturnal journey. And I yawn. The melancholy and scarcely audible train whistle sounds again \u2013 and I imagine the train just now chugging out of the station yard and disappearing into the warm and windy May night.<\/span><\/p>\n I imagine that the tracks are dark ahead of the train as it slowly increases speed. I can almost see the bright headlight of the train illuminating a narrow yet deep path through the night. <\/span><\/p>\n It\u2019s kind of like life, I think, as I yawn again.\u00a0 I can barely keep my eyes open as the train whistle disappears into the breezy, dark night.<\/span><\/p>\n I yawn again. I close my eyes and I wonder\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Night Train I can\u2019t sleep on this warm and quiet night. I toss and turn. I get up and walk around the house. It seems too dark and too quiet and I’m too uneasy. I can find nothing on this night to relax me. I can find nothing that will help me fall asleep. 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