in there with it..

GOd in heaven,the sound of the trains at night is intoxicating.Pair it with a chill wind that tells you it will rain tomorrow,and I am a nostalgia machine.I have been working on a new painting and writing all night since I got off work and my mind is going some odd places.I guess that it's a matter of sense memory that will always grab me by the throat whenever the air holds a certain edge and the sounds of the city are seducing me.
It was this night when I was about nineteen when you could still get up on this section of the interstate that never got built,we called it the bridge to nowhere,an overpass that began and ended in massive clover patches.I was drinking blackberry brandy(which was my drink at the time) from a pint bottle and laying around in the clover with my friend Jason,who had this uncanny knack of finding 4 leaf clover.He could even find them at night.It was like he had radar.We just lay up there killing the bottle and listening to the trains and the sound of the highway that sped under the bridge.The sky was that wild purple color it gets the night before violent weather,and the clouds were racing by.I sang songs to him while we lay out with our hands to the sky,tracing the shadows between the clouds.I felt like I was singing the sky down.