Slon & WildernessWanderer
I was walking past an old abandoned railway platform yesterday and the rusted rails seemed to hum a quiet rhythm—like the tracks were still trying to keep a beat. Ever feel that forgotten places have their own stories if you listen closely?
Old tracks do have a way of keeping secrets. I keep an eye on places like that, just in case the rhythm shifts.
Sure thing, just keep your ears open. Those old tracks never know when the wind will pick up a new tune.