While feeding and rocking Griffin at 2 AM, I realized that there is something so comforting about the distant sound of a train whistling in the middle of the night. I can't even begin to explain why I think that, nor can I explain how it makes me feel (aside from using the word "comforting" which is really vague and overused, but seemed to fit).
If I had the time I would explain where my mind wanders when I hear that in the middle of the night, but I don't have the time and I know that no one would understand, so I'll just keep that to myself.
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Come on, now, wander...I'd listen.
I'll have to take a few minutes to try to put it into words. Honestly, my mind took a nice, little journey so early this morning. All because of that darn train...
I promise I'll get back to you with my wandering.
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