A dark dawn. As light grows, the rain falls harder, thundering on the porch roof, drowning out all other sounds but a locomotive’s wail.
The Morning Porch
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
A dark dawn. As light grows, the rain falls harder, thundering on the porch roof, drowning out all other sounds but a locomotive’s wail.
Yay we have trains too but mostly on a Sunday. Through winter they often use a steam train. I think they are very cool =).
A steam train? Wow! I read somewhere that China had the last steam locomotives still in use — obviously that source was mistaken.
Noisy!
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heat haze and winding roads
orange black folding leaves
butterflies cross the road
grey shoulders tall and strong
a koala crosses the road
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