No standard clickety-clack today but a drumbeat, and I can't think this difference anything but ominous as it builds and recedes between stops, a hardly heard promise of approaching armies, invaders that will more than pillage, alien men and alien minds their dark ways to learn, their dark tongue confess, learn, speak, their thoughts embrace and then understand.
Those around me now on this train, can they hear it? The drum. The beating drum. The voice in the wilderness announcing the approaching end.
Or it could be just a loose axle brush. I've heard a loose axle brush can make that sound too.
Sometimes the wheels on my train sound like drum beats . . . eh.