Catalyst

I love the sound of it; whether near enough to rattle bones or far and faint, my ears billow as chill bumps staccato dance down my spine. At the lonely yawl, imagination stirs, emotions flood, surroundings shift. In an instant, I am transported into an unknown zone. Though we travel far above it on silver wings or beside it on rubber wheels, my heart races as hot metal glides over iron rails and the train whistle blows. It speaks to my deepest longings.