Trains, Planes, and other Flying Things.
My mom recently told me of a story that was crammed into her head when she was young - probably my age. According to someone, when you hear the sound of a train whistle as it passes, it's a sign that the weather is going to change.
This idea of connection, of bringing random elements of the world together in order to infuse all lost meaning back into our lives is a good one, I think. It's a necessary move that has taken us all too long to turn towards. I'm hard-pressed to identify one nihilist who actually changed things for the better. They may be remembered, but more often than not (I find) it is for who they are (their words) rather than what they are (their actions). A good dose of optimism will scare the shit out of some people, but in the long-term, will benefit the whole. So, yeah, let's connect.
I'm not entirely sure where I'm going here. I guess that's why I know I'll always struggle to be a writer. I have literary ADHD, whether I'm reading or writing what's on the page...Back to square one, then. The funny thing is, when my mom told me that story, I couldn't help but reply that I had heard the train go by our house many times before and had never noticed a change in the weather. More often than not, the connection between my brain and my tongue goes dead and I allow cynicism to get the better of me. It's a terrible trait, and I hear it's degenerative, failing to give me hope for my later years.
Still. I heard the train go by while I was lying in bed tonight, thinking. And just for fun, I jumped out from between the sheets and checked the weather. GD. She might just be right. We're looking at thunderstorms tomorrow. And here I thought the beautiful sun and summer were here to stay.
Gotta find the train schedule...
