On the right track ran in the WIR today. I talk about trains, and their effect on us. How they pull on us. I think it goes back to the 1800s. Up until that point travel was slow and often impossible for some. "Sure, I'd love to go west but the risk of dying is just not worth it." But then there were trains and, if you could afford it, you could be somewhere in days instead of months and everyone would listen to those train whistles and dream, wanting to follow. A pied piper of sorts. Sure, we have better ways to travel now but our souls still respond to those blasts.
Actually, I don't think we have better travel. For me anyway, as I get such horrible motion sickness. Car, buses, and airplanes leave me curled up in a ball wishing to be in a coma. But, when we lived in the UK you could travel by train and they didn't make me sick and they were so spacious! You've seen Harry Potter, their train with the individual compartments? Yeah, they are really nice, it's like sitting in a living room. And that's amazing, to be able to travel while sitting in your living room. :-)
Here are a couple photos we've taken down by the train tracks.