Rails

The whistle echoes, reminding the people of the valley that the beast is approaching. The sound is loud, long and proud. If it were words, it would say honor the beast, respect it, fear it, long for it. In the beast’s belly, the passenger jostles left, then right, catching glimpses of what the beast roars …

Return

The bright and the big Growing smaller A journey home A location preferred A return to familiar In a world of uncertainties