The river flows...

[sheepherder]

...It flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes
That's where I want to be...

I know; it's not a river. It's a rail line. It's next to the parking lot for my closest hardware store. I cross it when I need hardware.

But I always look down the tracks. I wonder what's around the corner, what the trainsmen see. I think that some day I'll go down that line and take a look...