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April 18, 2007

Random Thoughts

I really like the sound of a train at night. It's comforting to me somehow. I remember when I was little there was a train somewhere near my house, and sometime early in the morning I would hear it as it drove past. What is it trains do? They don't honk their horns. It's not a whistle. What is that sound called? I forget. Anyway, I would hear that sound, and I'd look out my bedroom window trying to see where the train was. I couldn't see the train, but in my mind's eye I can see the view as it was so long ago; the backyard with its protecting ring of trees, the curve in the road that was part of neighborhood behind us, my best friends' house. I like the memory.

Then I remember when I lived on the coast of the Adriatic Sea, next to a port where the cruise ships would come at night. We would watch the ships sail away in the morning, and listen to them honking their horns (?that so doesn't sound right! ) at night as we were going to sleep. Hmm.

So recently I've noticed a train that passes through sometime at night, and I enjoy the feelings and memories it brings with it. Trains. Who knew?

7 is my favorite number. In church the other day I heard it means "wholeness" or "completeness." It could have been one of those made up meanings a lot of things seem to have in church somtetimes, but I still like it. 3 has some meaning too, I think, and that's my other favorite number. Besides, of course, 21, which is by far the best number ever.

I also heard that my name mean's "goddess of the moon." I'll take it.

I walked home from school the other day under a beautiful sky. There were clouds in the distance that hinted of rain, but they were far away. There were fluffy clouds to my right, and overhead blue skies. I found it interesting when rain began to fall and I started getting wet. It seemed perfectly fitting of the spring day, but a little unorthodox from the cloudless part of sky I was traveling under. So the realization came to me: you don't need clouds to have rain.

It seemed meaningful.

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