They roar through our towns everyday and assault our senses, yet we are not afraid of them. I’m talking about a common, ordinary, rusty old freight train. It can be a magnificent thing. Did you ever watch one go by? Really watch? From up close? Not just sit in your car and wait impatiently for it to stop blocking your road, but actually look at it.

This autumn seemed to be in constant motion. I had to respond to it in kind.