THIS RHYTHM IS SO SWEET TO ME.

This rhythm is so sweet to me.

Riding the rails at night.

Love trains.

Always have.

My grandfather in Scotland.

He painted engines.

Steam driven black iron.

Now here I am travelling the night miles.

Looking out it is all passing trance,

Flashing trees and labyrinths of tunnels.

An awesome time this.

Seeing through a window darkly.

Such churning steady rhythm of the wheels.

Power of motion underneath.

Here in my cabin I have it all.

Moving room with a view.

Passing silence of shadows and nighttime's mysteries.

Moving train now mountain climbing steady and chugging

It up through the passes.

Relentless power in motion.

I love it.

The riding the train at night.