There is a crisp coolness in the air. Autumn has arrived. The leaves on the trees are changing color, and they will eventually detach from the branch and fall to the ground. It is a time when many people flock to the forest. Some will hike. Some will drive. Some will take the train.
People arrive at the train station. They get their tickets. The train comes. People get on the train. The hoot toots. The whistle blows. The train has begun the journey. All around you the colors of fall are on display. The kids have their faces glued to the windows. The lady has her bare feet across her man’s lap. Two elderly men are just sitting talking about the good old days. The train rolls down the track crossing bridges and grade crossing and passing through rock cuts and tunnels. Everyone is enjoying the ride.
Enjoy the train ride through the autumn leaves. Let the memories last for a lifetime.
John Cowgill: Stories of the Railroad 
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Reblogged this on Debi Irene Wahl and commented:
Often ride the trains, in fact, on a train today, love reading John’s stories and articles!
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Thank you.
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Way to go, John! Another great article!! This one makes me miss my old Virginia and the turning of the seasons… at least the beautiful fall colors and of course checking out the neat older train stations. Thanks again!! 🙂
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You are very welcome.
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