The trains on the trestle next door run through Birmingham all night long. It was disconcerting the first time I visited our daughter’s home and discovered they had built next door to a train trestle. But now it’s a comforting reminder that life is going on, that business is continuous, that people’s needs are being met even while I am resting. Some time in the night I heard two passing trains mimicking and echoing one another’s whistles….a game the engineers play in the wee hours when the schedule is slower and borders on tedium? It made me smile. I could envision the two individuals on overnight duty performing the required task of whistling at every vehicle crossing, but to do it with a bit a flare and musicality was a surprise. Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to listen in on that brief interlude.
