Sounds, No Silence

My sister lives near the Missouri River in downtown Kansas City, which mean the night is filled with the sounds of freight trains and barge horns. This is, oddly enough, not nearly as disruptive to sleep as you might think. Some of that comes from the fact that the house where we grew up was near the tracks, and we heard trains many nights, until we grew used to them. Even today, I love the sound of a far-off train whistle or horn. Unless, of course, that train is blocking the road I want to drive on. Then I'm wondering why whoever shipped that cargo couldn't have used a truck.