Tucson, Arizona
The train glides on the rails with the periodic low whisltle at each crossing. I thought of my friend Kate as we passed through the famaliar cities which seem unfamiliar from the train. The backdoor of the buildings and some homes with backyards and garages facing the train. The way the trains are sometimes camoflagued to hide them and especially the tracks from view. The train varies its speed as another train approaches on the other track. I thought of ...