Train of Life #44
October 26, 2000

It was past my bedtime. I was driving you home. We got stuck by a freight train; forced to slow down, and think about how we arrived to be at these flashing red lights.
I commented on the speed of the train and compared it to a life. Each box car a year passing before our eyes too fast to even count, but noticed how much easier it was to reflect as I watched the cars go further down the track and eventually disappear; like forgotten seasons.
This is how fast it goes; life is as short as Springtime, it would be a shame to miss it.