Railway tracks brought back a flood of memories. He would travel at least thrice a year by train from boarding school to home and back. Steam locos were dominating railway scene those days; electric and diesel locos were few are far between. Steam engines belching coal dust laced smoke whistling sonorously at bends, were his favorites. He would crane his neck out of window to catch a glimpse.
In a time conscious society, I miss those days when a delayed arrival would bring such spontaneous joy, because it would imply a delayed reporting at boarding school. Times were simple then.
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt : Dawn M Miller