Long Black Train

Loved this. Evocative writing that deserves to be read.

HannahLearnsGrace

Trains have been a bit of a theme in my life. When I was fifteen years old, it was the first time it really became my own personal thing to feel and think about. My Dad had transformed the attic, open wooden rafters with shingle dust pouring in. Cracks in the ceiling where water drops dropped. He took it from unfinished, to a teenage girls safe haven. That’s what I called it, my safe haven. Sea-foam green walls, tapestries painted with rainbow tie-dye and the moon and the sun and the stars hanging from the ceiling. Taking turns flickering on and off throughout my teenage years were several white halo ceiling lights that were probably incorrectly wired. Speaking to my Dad’s intention to do everything he could with the very little he had. Alone in my own world of longings and wonderment, I would open up the window at night…

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5 thoughts on “Long Black Train

  1. Thank you for sharing this! Trains have a special place in my heart as well. I’ve traveld a lot by train, I’ve seen most of Europe from the inside iof a train window. LOL. Can’t wait until it is safe to take my daughter on a journey like that. I hope your train ride went well!

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    • I love train travel too. And thank you it went well, I’ll do another post, similar to one a few weeks ago, again documenting our eerily abandoned cities.

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