12.3.16 It's a beautiful sound

Around here, in fall and almost winter, comes warbling across the valleys and over small mountains the plaintive hoot of the train. 

Sending out its' woo woo, that drops off each time , sounding half hearted and not wholly certain.

 It's a beautiful sound, always a welcome surprise, that says that, why yes, the leaves have for the most part all fallen, and the air thinned and chilled, so the sound shall now wibble its sweet way on over to us.