“Irrevocable. Do you know how long it takes to understand that word?” – The Secrets of Harry Bright by Joseph Wumbaugh

Thunder, lightning, wind and driving rain banging off the RV at 1 AM. Startles me. Eyes snap open. Something in my primeval core alerts me.

The serenade continues for another 45 minutes after which sleep alludes me. I am wide awake.

This is madness.

What’s that? A train. Oh yes. A wonderful encore to the storm.

Something about the sound of a train moving through the night. That lonesome horn blasting.

The rumble of steel on steel. Moving air. Going to some distant spot on the globe.

I really love that sound.

Night sounds.

 “Life without friends means death without company” – Death Without Company by Craig Johnson