Looking through my blogs today, I found the following photos at Get Ur Pantz On and me being me, I got nostalgic.
I grew up a 100 feet from a train track and daily I was lulled (yes, lulled) to sleep by the passing of coal cars. It's only the engines that are loud; after it passes you hear a fairly monotonous click-clack as the cars pass from one section of track to the next.
I've slept through train derailments!
Though I like the first picture best, and, no, I've never spent any time naked on the tracks - though definitely yes in the woods surrounding the tracks - the second actually touches me. The track always kept going in either direction, on into some future, I didn't know. You could go either way: each way with it's own consequences and adventures and trials, but it didn't matter.
And because it was somewhere else, obviously, it was better than where I was.