“The restlessness and the longing, like the longing that is in the whistle of a faraway train; except that the longing isn’t really in the whistle—it is in you.”
I could hardly stand to be at work this past Friday. I was restless. It was a beautiful day – highs in the 70’s, low humidity, blue skies, sun.
“Why am I here and not outside, on my bike?”
On this beauty, I desperately longed for a ride.
The past three to four weeks have not been kind to bike riding in one way or another. Life’s responsibilities, illness and the weather have been a deterrent. There hasn’t been an opportunity to ride to work, unless one is willing to bundle up to a 49F (9.44C) morning or ride despite having a cold.
On Friday, I knew the opportunity for a bike ride this week would also be low as the forecast of a heat wave (highs in the upper 80’s, low 90’s and humid) and storms was looming.
I finally went in by my boss and asked to take an hour of personal time. That would get me out of there at 2:30 p.m., home at 2:45, and out to the Wiouwash Trail no later than 3:30. Plenty of time to get in a casual ride before supper time. It was better than nothing.
I didn’t take many trail photos during the ride, but I always stop to take photos from the bridge – the one that requires maneuvering around goose and duck droppings. It’s peaceful on this bridge, except when the train comes through.
Friday afternoon, two trains came through. Both conductors announced their presence. The first one was the longest, the second about five cars and an engine. Even though they disturbed the peace, I guess I didn’t mind the interruption.
And, this day, I noticed an inscription on a dedication bench that I’ve ridden past many times without stopping.
I don’t know how I missed this. My blogging buddy and train/crane aficionado, Dan Antion at No Facilities, will probably withdraw bonus points from my account for this inattentiveness.
I cannot help this longing I have
To ride the orange beast on a path
A train is second thought
Until I am caught
Between my car and that lovely path
The train cars roll quickly past
As the whistle the conductor does blast
I wait with patience
That this day and ride will forever last
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