A full train with logs in tow in the Trainsong neighborhood.
BY Devin Ream
The rumbling of trains passing with a full load of logs brings the wind to quiet hush compared to its massive movement across the rails in Trainsong. After the trains passing the wind is still at a quiet hum among the many bushes and trees that are around the landscape. The wind picks up as the rain does and it starts to come down a little quicker but with the same size of rain that is scattering and patting the sidewalk and paths near the surrounding area.
While sitting outside, car doors slam shut and a silver Subaru pulls out of the driveway across the street and heads to that persons next adventure on this gray and rainy day.
Wet mulch that is filling the air with its scent.
The wind begins to pick up again and the smells in the area start to kick up, filled with wet mulch and the smell of rain that slowly drifts through the air.
Two girls notice the rain and mention how when walking along this path it is “annoying” that it only rains as they are going home and not during the day when they aren’t outside. The water begins to clank against metal and chains and the rain picks up even more.
In the distance there is smoke coming off of a warehouse connected to three others
In the distance, there is smoke coming from a rooftop, white and puffy, but with no distinctive smell.
just like it. The only difference? This one has smoke coming off of it, and it is white smoke like a small factory, or the new Pope being elected. Across the train tracks that head towards the warehouse sit an entire row of big black freight cars along the tracks on the other side of the empty tracks that saw the logs go across earlier.
This neighborhood not only has train noise, but also the noise coming off of 99 highway. The cars moving across the wet pavement and hearing the splash of the tires as the tread digs into the road. The sound echoes past and more children are coming home from what seems to be school, indicated by the backpacks that are shuffling behind them. One child jerks their head up as they hear the train horns blare through the air to indicate a train is coming through.
Dogs without their owners home begin to bark as they see the children when they walk down the sidewalk. A mother and her son begin to walk down the path towards the smoking white warehouse and wind trails begin to form in the grass towards the north and it looks like small green waves washing over the ground between the street and the path.