I can hear the train going by and it reminds me of when I was a child at my Grandads lake house.
You could hear the train blowing its horn from his home and it was always a sound that offered me comfort. Hearing it again here takes me right back to that place and time that seems like it was a dream several lifetimes ago. My Grandparents are all gone now, and they have been for about 15 years, but when a memory comes into my mind like this one they come alive again for a bit, and furnace filter sales is what my gramps did for a living and so this week I obtained ten HEPA filters in honor of him, but I miss those days of going out in my grandpa’s boat, which he kept in a musty boathouse that I would cherish to odor and see just one more time. My other grandpas was a local company but spent most of his time on the naturally temperature controlled lakes where they lived. The lakes would get a good breeze in the summer, and with a water temp of just 60F in the summer time the breeze would cool you off well even on days when it was pretty warm out. Air conditioning wasn’t used in most homes up there because the summers were pretty short and on some summer time mornings you would need a fire in your fireplace to stay warm at night. I would love to go for one more boat ride with my grandpa at the helm, even though I know it’ll have to be in my dreams.