The rhythmic swaying and the singing of iron on iron woke me. I rubbed my eyes as I leaned to look out the window. I wiped the fog from the window and sat so close that I felt the cold glass on my nose. Snow had fallen, covering all the land as far as I could see and the evening gave way to the gray silken veil that masked the trees as we sped by. The tracks seemed so lonely lying there as we passed, not seeing where we had been and barely able to see ahead. A dim yellow light on the nose of the train was the most we could hope for guidance. Like hope, a blush of crimson rushed through the folds of gray clouds and cast a rosy light that stained the snow ahead.
My heart warmed. I was heading home for the first time in three years.
3 comments:
Is this from a novel or a short piece? Or is it memoir. It's beautiful.
You inspire me by your kind words.
This is just a short piece actually inspired by the Hallmark movies at Christmas. Yes, I watch those movies and would die to be able to write a story for Hallmark.
Lovely my friend. x
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