A short way off to the west of us runs the railway. The train engines that clatter along it pull their many carriages, loaded with all sorts of things. From rocks and earth and moving equipment to fuel and water. A long way off to the east is the main highway. Its position is given away by the hum of the traffic that subsides after dusk and reinvigorates at dawn.
All in all, providing you have plenty of water, a most perfect place. But you’ll hear me saying that just about every where. I’m just a diehard optimist. I tend to see things in their most positive light. Lucky me!
Radio West informs us that the weather forecast for the week is fine, fine, fine, and cold.
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