Thud, thud, thud, thud- the monotonous drone of wheels passing over miles and miles of track, the anti-climatic hum of taking on speed till the thuds become so blurred that you can’t tell one from the other. The dreaded clattering noise, an untiring sound- it’s all happening just below my feet. We begin to rock side to side in jerky movements, the train tilting to latitudes that convince my heart we'll topple over. The platform runs out and drifts away into the distance, not waving, not saying goodbye, no tears in its all-seeing eyes. It’s happy to watch us leave; the last train of the day. We leave it resting in sought after silence, as we take the ritual sounds away.
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
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