Midnight Musings

As I sit here in silence, fighting off droopy eyelids and trying to concentrate on Lifespan Human Development terms, I realize that a train is passing by. I’ve never lived close to train tracks before, so at first the long deep drone was a little difficult to get used to. Before long, however, I quit noticing it altogether. It’s noise is a sad one, yet also a complacent one. I am surprised to admit that the sound has almost become a comfort to me. It is interesting that a train would come into my life during such a transient time as college. Yes, that’s right, I’m going to take a normal life occurence and stretch it until it becomes a metaphor. But isn’t that what blogs are for? The train always comes and always goes. It moves on from one place to another. Nothing is certain except the movement. For a while, at least, my life will probably be very much like this train. Always   continuing, always looking a little different. A year ago today I would’ve never been able to guess what my life would look like right now. Nor can I even begin to fathom what it will hold in five years. But as the drone of a train carrying who knows what to who knows where is a comfort, so is the change in my life. That may sound strange, but you see, I know the man who made the tracks.