“The half-forlorn, half-escapist ache of a train whistle calling in the distance at night."

I think I can understand the feeling that, somewhere in the distance, someone is going somewhere in life. An escape from whatever you want to escape from being just over there. A solution within reach if only you were brave enough, or desperate enough, to take it.

But you never take it. You let the sound fade into the distance and tell yourself it’s fine.

There will always be another train, after all.