Nap time again, and we didn't quite make it home. Usually when he falls asleep in the car (which, I must admit, is far more frequently then not) I go park at the train tracks and read, write, knit, draw... Breath!

This is one of my favorite places for peace, quiet and perspective. I can see for miles down the railway in to the South and to the North, the steel rails make a sharp turn and disappear around the bend. It feels like my own private corner of a wide open world. On days like these, when the rain is pouring down, it is especially quiet... And amazing. The sound of rain on the roof, the constant sheets of water dancing down the windshield, the distorted warbly tracks dot and dashing above the horizon of my dashboard... It is like a daytime drive-in movie theater, playing a silent love story... Between Nature and Industry.

And then I look into the back seat and see another love story... One of my very own.