The train is 7 hours late in Sandusky.
The Capitol Limited from Chicago is late.
19°. I’ll wait until the morning sun rises.
Freight trains zoom by the old station.
They rumble squeal, screech, thump, and thunder. Time machines.
I’m alone in this old depot.
I yell loud and it’s unheard over a fast train.
Unheard by the past, present, and future.
In a few minutes, the bone shaking noise in the crisp winter air, fades to nothing.