At 4:56 in the morning, there is a meet-up of trains.
In Ashland, with the street lights providing illumination to this frequent and mundane phenomenon.
It is doubled-tracked, of course, so the passengers headed North need not worry about the freight headed South interrupting their journey or their restless sleep in Coach.
Still the noise, the rolling rumble, unlike no other noise.
And I, the sleep-deprived voyeur, will go back to bed, and consider sleeping nude.