Comfort.

I remember lying in bed on warm summer nights when I was younger, the windows of my bedroom open, listening to the sounds of a train passing through in the distance. I would hear the sound of the wheels on the tracks and then the whistle blow as it sped on.

I remember feeling very connected to that sound. To me, it was a sad but also hopeful sound. It reminded me of how I felt. Lonely, traveling through life on my own, but with the hope of going somewhere. Somewhere far away from it all.

To this day, I still find the sound of a train passing through town very comforting.