I used to live next to the railroad
in Morris Plains. I liked hearing the
electric trains whoosh by at
night. Speeding through the darkness
toward Dover or Hoboken, the trains
passed by in only a few seconds. I
would think of the passengers on the
trains and where they were going - home
to loved ones after a late night at
work, or perhaps on their way to work
for 3rd shift.
Sometimes, I could hear the bzzzz, bzzzz of the arcing between the pantograph and the overhead wire. There was a signal near my house, and I could tell how many cars were on the train by listening to the click-clack as the wheels went over the joint in the rail. click-clack... click-clack, click-clack... click-clack, click-clack... click-clack, click-clack... click-clack - four cars on that train.
Trains speeding through the night - whoooshhhh... - into the darkness as I fall asleep...