Waiting, I watched the gentleman patiently stand in the crisp cold night air. He rubbed his hands together cupping his mouth to keep the cold at bay. The still morning hung silently as a growing energy surrounded me.
Deadpan in appearance, cold iron tracks stretched from my feet into the darkness, waiting for the ride to pass. The faint click-clack of moving metal echoed and encompassed my surroundings.
The atmosphere grew dense and sharp as hissing sparks leaped and danced on the wires above. The screaming whip-like crack had marked the arrival of the train. The growing light seemed to emerge from nowhere as the graceful snake-like movement of the locomotive rolled around the corner, arriving silently at the morbid station.
Until Next Time – Happy Shooting.