I had to be around 6 and we had recently moved to Denver. The snow in the front yard was up to my thigh and it was 7 or 8 at night. I asked to go and was surprised to gain clearance. There is something about the snow in Colorado giving an almost warm feeling when immersed. The silent absorption of sound and motion somehow relates to not being cold. After a few minutes of playing in the dark alone in my front yard, I heard the sound of a train whistle. To this day every time I hear a train whistle I am immediately taken back to that time and place. And in such a powerful way I remember the feeling with a level of clarity it is as if I were there last week. The clarity of the night and the snow and the sound implanted in my subconscious so clearly and at such primal level the 6 year old me and the 31 year old me felt/feel the exact same way every time I hear the whistle of a train. In some ways, it haunts me.
por escrito crabtree on Wednesday, November 05, 2003