The sun is out and the sky is a pretty blue, but it is chilly, only in the 50’s. My house too is cold so I put on the heat for a while anyway. When I went to get the paper, I noticed my mum plant by the front steps. It had just started blooming beautiful deep purple flowers. All of the flowers are gone, cut from the plant. I could see the clean cuts. To add to this, whoever it was also stole my newspaper. Maybe I should leave a cup of coffee and some toast for the thief to enjoy while he is reading my purloined paper. I’m thinking I might get another mum. I wonder what color the thief might want.

My concert for today was cancelled so I figure it is the day to bid summer goodbye and welcome winter. Adieu summer clothes. Hello flannels and corduroy.

The other day on my way home from Hyannis, the big city, I was stopped by the blinking red train lights. I was the closest to the track. I heard the train whistle, one of my favorite sounds, warn us the train was coming. I watched the train whizzed by the crossroad. It had only the engine and one empty car, but that didn’t matter. It was a train.

When I was a kid, the trains still ran in my town. They didn’t carry passengers. They carried supplies and took away finished goods from the few factories still left. I remember seeing a train on the track beside the chemical plant. My grandparents were down the street from some of the track. From their house, I’d hear the bells warning of the train, and I’d watch it rumble across the road.

When I travel, I try to take trains. I have ridden trains in Europe, South America and Africa, in Ghana mostly. When I was young and traveling, I’d take night trains so I wouldn’t have to pay for a hotel or a hostel. I remember looking out the windows and seeing the houses all lit. I used to imagine the families living in those houses. Sometimes I’d see people at a table eating dinner. For a short minute I was a part of their lives. I so love trains.

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