As we sit here in the open rear car, open to the air and the mountains and the clacking of the wheels along the tracks; I listen to the pan-flute music moving with the rhythm of the train.
The music is continuous and it plays through the wheels and rails even now that the musicians are gone.
My current view is of the grain fields. The harvest is almost over and the Peruvians will give thanks for the bounty on June 21, their winter solstice.
The piles of sheared wheat sit in rows of cone shapes, their grainy spears spiraling to the centre, waiting to be placed in a multicoloured woven cloth and onto the backs of the men and women with their felt brimmed hats.
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Nice, Avery. I think I can hear the flutes and clacking wheels and feel the train clickity-clacking down the rail. You are a very descriptive writer.
Yes, this is wonderful:
As we sit here in the open rear car, open to the air and the mountains and the clacking of the wheels along the tracks; I listen to the pan-flute music which is in sync with the clacking of the train. The music is continuous and it plays through the clacking of the wheels even now that the musicians are gone.
What a lovely train car. I’m glad you got a picture of it.
I’ve been on one long train ride — from Flagstaff to Chicago when I was 13. I probably remember more about those two days than any two consecutive days of my life. Visiting Britain by train was also a lot of fun. It’s the way to go, when one can do it.
Love that big, blue sky!
Peter – the rear open car was my favourite. It offered even better vistas of the Andes! I should have posted a picture of it too!
daintee – yes, the tracks lead right up to that beatiful blue sky. Thanks for stopping by!
Thanks Paulette!!