I wake up between 1 and 2 a.m. most nights. And as I fall back to sleep, a train whistles in the distance.
The sound – from too far away to hear during the day when the city is beeping and shouting and slamming and singing – always takes me back a decade…
…when I was nursing our youngest son in the middle of the night. His warm little body against mine. Barely able to keep my eyes open. Imagining that the train conductor and I were the only ones in the city still awake. Or maybe a handful of people who lived too close to the tracks.
Imagining them helped me stay awake until our son rested peacefully in his crib. Now it helps me sleep.