March 10, 2013
The clank and roar of the train is drifting through my window. My friend Erin says it's annoying when the conductor pulls the horn to frequently late at night, but personally I think the sound is very peaceful. My bus driver during freshman year of HS was also my art teacher, and every morning we'd go over rusty red railroad tracks on the way to the next city. When it came time to paint something, my dad drove me to the nearest railroad tracks so I could take a picture. Seventeen years later the painting still adorns my bedroom wall.