The Red Train

From an aerial view, the sight of a beautiful red train chugging along down the railway track takes my breath away; One moment I am watching a funnel shaped smoke stack sending puffs, up towards the white cottony clouds then disappearing, and the next I am hearing the sound of a whistle blowing. A melodious voice is heard as a conductor enounces, "tickets please," Out of my pocket I produce an admission ticket that was long overdue ... With one cotton white glove he presses the ticket between his fingers then holds it up to his gold monocle and smiles , "welcome aboard then !" He traipses over to supposedly important passengers that I cannot see and leaves me sitting there, wondering about our destination. How I got so lucky as to enter this magical snow train I have no idea, but the scent of this leathery Kirlian man, still clings to my thoughts like a revenant moment from a long forgotten past. To Be Continued...