if I could design Heaven, it would include train whistles and thunderstorms.
Nearly every night, at about 10:30pm, the train passes through, just 3 blocks from my bedroom window.
I make it a point to be in bed, lights off, window open, lying there at 10:30pm. Waiting. Ready to jump onto that train, ride the rails into my dreams.
I feel this same passion for nighttime thunderstoms. As long as I can remember, thunderstorms have thrilled me. I love the illuminated clouds of the lightning filled sky, the rumble of thunder. Sometimes it takes all my will not to run outside and stand there in the midst of that dangerous beauty. Sometimes, I lose the battle. Those are the best nights.
Over the last couple of weeks we have had some wonderful spring thunderstorms.
Imagine my delight when the other night, the lightning flashed, the thunder clapped, and the train whistle blew: at 10:30pm.