I can hear the sounds of the city all around me, and nature. Birds sing and chipmunks scurry, while a trash compactor runs down by the recycling yard, and a power hammer smacks somewhere down by the interstate highway.
The train should be coming through in a few. It whistles in the distance, but not in this tucked-away suburban dream. And it stops, if you ask the conductor to, or wave down the guy from the nearside track – so at least I know when the shockwaves wake me up to make the great escape, there’s a way out so long as the conductor’s on board.
Walking with the dogs to catch the late-morning inbound, Khiz, the boys and I were stalked by a stunning great white coyote. It leapt into a clearing downhill from us along North Street and followed our movement toward Church Street en route to Kendal Green. Maybe they want Remydi for food, but it’s not going to happen. Khizer swears he’s got some magic Xena shout that will scare all beasts away!
Today we’re planning a hike along an abandoned rail bed in Weston, walking from home, and tomorrow we’ll be training it to North Station and Orange Lining to Oak Hill for a trek through the Middlesex Fells.
