Hear that lonesome whistle...

Hum that old Johnny Cash song as you read along:

All together, 60 trains roll through here every day and every night. Their whistles slice the cold night air.

I hear them sometimes when I'm half asleep. Far away. Then fading into the distance. I burrow deeper into the covers, grateful for a toasty bed and a good night's sleep.

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