I can hear the train going by and it reminds me of when I was a kid at my grandparent’s lake house.
You could hear the train blowing its horn from her home and it was always a sound that gave me comfort.
Hearing it again here takes me right back to that place and time that seems like it was a dream many lifetimes ago. My grandparents are all gone now, and they have been for about 15 years, but when a memory comes into my mind like this one they come alive again for a bit. Furnace filter sales is what my gramps did for a living and so today I bought ten HEPA filters in honor of him. I miss those days of going out in my gramp’s boat, which he kept in a musty smelling boathouse that I would love to smell and see just one more time. My other gramps was a local contractor but spent most of his time on the naturally climate controlled lakes where they lived. The lakes would get a nice breeze in the summer, and with a water temp of just 60F in the summer the breeze would cool you off nicely even on days when it was pretty warm out. Air conditioning wasn’t used in most homes up there because the summers were pretty short and on some summer nights you would need a fire in your fireplace to stay warm at night. I would love to go for one more boat ride with my gramps at the helm, but I guess it’ll have to be in my dreams.