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The MARC train: a cheap treat
Dec. 18th, 2017 10:18 amAt 5:30am I slapped my alarm into submission and forced myself awake. No cats in the room. Hmm. Rare. Usually I rate at least one cat. They must have seen me set the alarm.
Checked the weather report. The wintery mix (read: pellets of face-picking ice) hadn't materialized yet.
By 6:30 the sky was blue-dark, the lake still. Frozen. Caught a brisk breeze heading over the bridge and zipped my coat higher. The train station was farther than I thought.
Deer startled in the brush off to the side, their fluffy white tails like flags of surrender. Then I hit the little lane to the station. The pavement old and crumbled in places. The air peaceful and quiet. Trees lit by the streetlights.
Three or four people waited for the Marc train in their cars, sipping coffee, their tail lights red. A freight train passed, its grumbling racket long, longer, then rattling away, gone.
Checked the weather report. The wintery mix (read: pellets of face-picking ice) hadn't materialized yet.
By 6:30 the sky was blue-dark, the lake still. Frozen. Caught a brisk breeze heading over the bridge and zipped my coat higher. The train station was farther than I thought.
Deer startled in the brush off to the side, their fluffy white tails like flags of surrender. Then I hit the little lane to the station. The pavement old and crumbled in places. The air peaceful and quiet. Trees lit by the streetlights.
Three or four people waited for the Marc train in their cars, sipping coffee, their tail lights red. A freight train passed, its grumbling racket long, longer, then rattling away, gone.