A Train Whistle and Longing

“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.” ~Meindert DeJong~   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.Read more