Train tracks run east-west about a mile north of our farm. Some say freight trains pass by every 15 minutes during the day. I’m inclined to agree. To get to my in-laws place and the farm shop, we have to cross these tracks. My brother-in-law has taken to tracking how much time he spends in a day stopped at a crossing waiting for a train.
I’m generally impatient when it comes to getting to where I want to go. But last night as I sat, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, annoyed at being stopped again, I saw this.