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May 29, 2003

Dark night

At 7:00 pm, there were dark, cold clouds over Pinole. As I passed the creek mouth, two Amtrak trains hurtled by - one eastbound, one west. Behind the trains, the dodder parasitizing the saltmarsh pickleweed glowed brilliant orange: one spot of light illuminated Sonoma on the far Bay shore.

At thirty-five per, it takes the passenger trains not more than half a minute to cross into and out of our little drainage, on their way to Sacramento or Reno or who knows how much farther east. Thirty seconds and they're gone, this creek not more than a potentially tempting blur past the tinted glass.

Posted by Chris Clarke at May 29, 2003 07:37 PM TrackBack URL for this entry:
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Fun to think that these same trains get to us an hour or so later, rattling through the day and night, and that some of them even continue on to Chicago. I am getting pretty good, now, at telling which train is which by its whistle. The coyotes on the levee don't care: they howl at them all, at least at night, which sets the landlord's dogs off howling, and between all of that and the raucous din of the yellow-billed magpies at 5:00 am, it's pretty interesting.

Great to have you aboard, Chris.

Posted by: Pica at May 29, 2003 08:48 PM