Anything is possible

November 6th, 2006

Yesterday CT and I took a bike ride on the path near our house. As I walked out the door and buckled my helmet he told me that we wouldn’t see the train today because he had just heard it go by.

He was hoping to see it. Last time we rode we stopped on the bridge as the train passed underneath us; we laughed and laughed as the bridge shook with the enormity of the train passing by and our hair whipping around our heads.

As we made our way down the trail, we start to hear the far-off rolling thunder of the train. I ask CT if he hears it. He turns around to see it coming up behind us. As it meets us and speeds by, CT is eyeing it up. It is rolling fast only 30 feet to our right. To him he can almost touch it. I see him start to go, and look, and go. You can see it in his eyes, he’s trying to catch it, be as fast as it, be with it. With his little bike and his little legs going around and around and around as fast as they can.

It looked like an old movie scene in sepia tones. All you saw in the frame was the boy moving as fast as he could so filled with excitement at the possibility of catching the train and the train just effortlessly slipping away into the horizon.

I so wish I had my camera.


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