i was touched by this simple story,
if you can even call it a story.
my friend's dad remembers when he was a boy,
his dad used to take him for walks in the evenings,
to the train tracks.
they stood there,
watching the first train go by,
listening to the vibration on the tracks,
till they could no longer hear it.
they stood there,
until another train went by,
and another,
and another...
they stood silently,
peacefully,
this was their pass time,
this was their bonding time.
