HalcyonDays - Issue 21

Miles of Memory
By Royal Rhodes
The passenger train along the Connecticut shoreline moves as if in a river of
wooden ties and steel rails. It travels through the old industrial towns like
Bridgeport, long ago a manufacturer of brass, and places settled in New England's
past: Old Saybrook, Groton, and Mystic. Once I rode north during a quick
thunderstorm and witnessed from the window of a coach car the tangled cables of
lightning attaching the sky to the ground. But mostly my travels were on dry, calm
days when I could look out on sun-whitened wetlands and woods, with occasional
glimpses of flocks of boats moored not far from access to the placid Sound
beyond. As I journeyed alone, I saw in the train window a white stick in the marsh
-- a rigid egret.
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