I found an old train.

Stumbling across something like this when you are just out in the world going about your business is a special sort of gift. You are compelled to stop and explore! Where has the train been and what has it seen? Who were the passengers who lined up smiling to board? The cars are happy ruins now. Full of the impressions of hopeful travelers, who set off on some unknown adventure to see something new. Probably dressed in their Sunday best, carrying newspapers and making pleasant conversation with their neighbors. Safe and secure in their plush seats, ambling across America. Making their way.