Sounds of the Night

I heard a long whistle blow as it rippled across the pristine valley, full of glistening snow. I felt the trees brush off the wind as that long, lonesome, unlit train roared until it's end. I shuttered deeply from the bitter cold, for I sensed the chill of the night's story had yet to unfold. Gathering my thoughts I looked toward the sky and seen so many stars twinkling undisturbed by the sounds of the night. Long glowing walkways through the dark's horizon, slowly faded out of sight. A nibble at my nose a true reminder of Winter's frozen bite. Quite now and stillness is all that is left, since that lonesome whistle headed west.