I live by the train tracks. Every night, the train signals its arrival with a series of bellows, some long, some short. It's a code, a hidden message that says, "I am here. I am slow. I am dangerous." When I feel lonely, I just imagine its low bellow as God's voice responding to my prayers. I know that it's not exactly biblical and that, really, my brain on sugary coffee conjures up strange images sometimes. But, I think it's fun. It's fun to imagine myself tucked away in a boxcar somewhere in the middle of the desert, watching as the land blurs away into nothing, leaving behind only starry sky. Where does the train go? I'm not exactly sure, but it's a one way trip and the train bellows out an elegy.