while the sun baked liquid creosote from the ties.
This scented the air as did the drying cinders and slag.
Bent spikes and broken knuckles littered the siding
and frog's eggs floated in the ditches to each side
I still lose my balance now and then, but I'm not there now.
As inflexible as it seems, track rail is pliable in great lengths -- and so can you.
Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.
~ Albert Camus