Another tired look back at the Tramp

It's hard, thinking how I should talk about the tramp. That night in my heart was a ghost of urgency, a will to write wistfully and quickly. I just needed to capture enough, to keep that time alive in me as I live alone from it now, forever more alone from it. All through the night, the ghostwrite inside me shook my heart with that of the train, my fingers flew fast to capture what I needed. But like I said, I live alone now from then. I know there is hope (in my tramp) even if I can't look for it yet.

At least there is sand on the beach and the beach near the ocean, and leaves on the trees and the trees in the forest. Because out in those woods and fields it will rain hard, a rain that rusts the rails and wheels my tramp would ride. Because everything dies, because it rains, it is good for the tramp to know as he rides in the lanes that there are leaves on the trees and the trees in the forest. And in his heart and mind is a god. So God, permit those skies open and powers that lose him to the wind bring rain to spare. Through the night he will carry on towards the edge of morning, hoping the daylight will forgive things he did. Hoping

So he's gonna do alright and I need not describe the tramp in full detail, it will not benefit me because in my sheer exhaustion he imprinted himself on my being and I will never forget our hour of words. But he's got a companion and though I left off the tramp, I could not pass up describing his partner. She was a dog, and I named her lady (not remotely remembering Disney's "Lady and the tramp"). Medium, black, sleek, large protective and loving eyes. She in her prime of life doing what she was made to do, to care for her tramp in his disability. Lady was one of the most captivating characters I met. She offered him what he had never found in life with humans: constant, single-hearted, incorruptible, uncritical devotion, which it is in the nature of dogs to offer.

(Actually, one quote from the tramp. After eating my ham and swiss sandwich in the diner car and listening to him and a man at another table (in a leather hat and jacket) swap stories, I felt that I had to try and talk with this tramp at length. To start off said conversation I asked how he got his dog on the train, me not then seeing the tags because she was resting her head on his leg. The tramp told me happily that to get a dog on board with you, you had to first acquire a disability, and "I don't recommend trying to get one, hahah." good guy that tramp.)

I haven't even told you about the 70 year old lady (Sarah Ann) that heard God's voice in her bathroom in the form of a stork. Only his out spread wings, chest, neck and head appeared in front of her and God's voice spoke through it saying "You will not be harmed. I will stand with you through this." True story. Ask me about it later. I need to go back to sleep.