The beauty of friends is that they often see the oncoming train, and steer you clear, before you ever realize the extent of the problem. Maybe you were just walking alongside the tracks to see what signs of life spring up in between. Or maybe you were crossing the tracks over and over in an effort to test your chance for either luck or misfortune. Or, even scarier, maybe you were standing square in the center of the tracks, waiting in anticipation of that final glimpse at life – there, and then forever and at once, gone. All I know is that a set of good friends is what everyone needs in his or her darkest and brightest hours. Thank you Max, James, and Ashley for helping me avert a most certain danger, and keeping me focused on the many stops that still lie ahead. I love you dearly, my friends.
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March 19, 2010 at 4:55 am
Lori
Assuming that you snapped that lovely photo, I’m wondering where it is? Do tell where you were journeying on that day to find that possible dangerous beauty of track across the landscape.
=) L
March 19, 2010 at 1:09 pm
philosophyofme
That lovely stretch of train track borders the Pacific Ocean just down the road from me in Carpinteria, California.