Looking out my Backdoor: On the train

I boarded the Empire Builder #7 in Wolf Point. I quickly kissed my daughter goodbye, the door clanged shut, I found my seat and the train rolled west.

I cried all the way to Glasgow; the sky, November Gray in June, mirrored my sorrow.

My daughter Dee Dee and I had managed to steal time from her busy schedule to talk, to laugh a lot and to argue the inconsequential. We had three weeks together, family times, good times. I wanted to go home and I wanted to stay.

Human nature, or my nature, being what it is, good times are never enough! I want more!

The lowering, layering, muzzy, clouds climbed s...