I live near a steel mill. That in itself is no big deal. Except last night I heard the train horn. All night. That, and a flapping piece of siding on my house, kept me from sleeping. The siding I can fix--the sounds I can't stop. I grew up in a house about a half mile from where I live now. It was right across the Brandywine River, and smack dab across from the mill. Much closer then, but I don't remember that the sound of the horn disturbed me so much. The picture above is similar to what I saw everyday of my life growing up (although this is not the mill I live near.)
I sat up at about 3 o'clock in the morning and really listened. The horn had such a mournful tone. One that made me wonder where it was going. It's not a passenger rail line, it only chugs back and forth from building-to-building carrying metal or scrap. Maybe that's why it sounded so mournful--it's not really going anywhere! Back and forth.
At 5, the birds started tweeting. I'm up for good now. The mournful horn still blows, the siding flaps away. I'm tired. This morning there's no growl, only a purr. The beast slinks and stretchs, waiting to be released.
Yup, trouble is coming...
It's in the form of a new story I can't shake. There was only one thing left to do--I sat down to write my blog.
Have a great weekend!
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As strange as this is going to sound, I enjoyed this post. And teh weird fact is I live in Louisiana... far away from you... but yet there were things that kept me up way pass my time to have shut eye. In my own house, my dog decided at one o'clock in the morning he was not happy that he was out of water. Shouldn't you be sleeping is what I muttered. My daughter's bedroom light was on... Shouldn't she be sleeping.. she was. She was passed out in her bed with the lights on. My hubby was up all night coughing and would not just get up and take some medicine or turn over... So there I laid in bed.. listening and looking all around my house, the place that should be bring me comfort when I want to rest...
Sorry for the babble...
I hope my office does not find me passed out on my desk at lunchtime, lol.
Here is to having a great day! =)
My room is so proof I barely hear my thoughts in there.
My last house was up against a damp forest. The little amorous frogs would keep my husband up at night. I loved their songs though and miss it.
Cecile, lol, maybe the earth's out of sync!
Annie, what does an amorous frog sound like singing? *grins*
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