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Jan. 19, 200 I love these sounds: Trains at night. Or on a cloudy day, riding along beside one in the passenger seat of a car, both you and the train traveling in the same direction. I wouldn’t complain like the do in the movies if I had to live right next to the railroad tracks. That kind of noise puts me right to sleep. These are the things that keep me from sleeping, songs that I know that keep me singing into the wee hours of the night, songs that I don’t know that keep me listening to learn what words will come next, telephone rings, televisions, the light from the neighbors porch. Not Trains. There’s something about that sound that reminds me of being in love. Maybe because it rattles my heart a little bit, and for some reason that feels nice. The whistle calls.. “Look out! Get out of the way! I’m coming through. This may be a bumpy ride, this might get a little loud, a little crazy, but, I’ll stay on the track, I promise, just let me through.” I’m amazed by electric guitar riffs. They make me smile. Cute little noises that remind me of a cat fight in the midst of a beautiful tune. A nice contemporary sound. Every so often you will hear me say. “Wow listen to that guitar riff.” What am I talking about? Riff is such a odd word that it's probably banned in some places. Give me break...I got it out of the same vault that contains words like sike, rad, and Alf. Speaking of words, I love those also. Words of many kinds. Words of any kind. I have an electronic dictionary that I carry around in my purse. I like to have it just in case I need it. The thesaurus is my favorite feature, it’s exciting to know that you can replace words. That’s rad! I mean extremely wonderful. Sometimes I wish I had an electronic dictionary in my head, it would save me the trouble of digging through my messy bag. I like long-handed writing. I like the way ink flows out of a pen. The curl of the e, the crossing of the t, the dotting of the i. Fascinating. What a beautiful art writing is. A beautiful art that is becoming extinct. Pencil written love letters, songs scratched on little brown napkins, scribble marks through all the things you ought not say. Technology has perfected writing, there is no more wondering what they really wanted write, or holding the paper up to the light in attempt to make it out. The stains are all perfect in their (Times New Roman) way. In high school I used a typewriter. I felt a little like Jessica Fletcher, the papers I had to type were not as interesting as the murders she wrote about. I do appreciate the sound of a type writer. I tried to stay away from the world of cut and paste as long as possible. Unfortunately, there comes a time when you have to get rid of the washboard and change your ten dollar bill into a roll of quarters. I am forced to tab, type, and enter this into Microsoft hands for the sake of you the reader. But, I will never bury my mead 200 sheets, or my choice of blue or black. I love the sound dried leaves make when I step on them. I love the sound of dishwashers, washing machines, and dryers. I love the sound of a swamp cooler on a summer night, even if it’s too cold. I wrap myself up in blankets, just to know it’s on is soothing. When I was young my step mom used to make us take naps in the middle of the day. I found it very difficult to sleep in the day. There was always a certain bird outside my window, she would call out, “Rebekah! Rebekah.!” Even though Rebekah is not my name, that bird would always help get me through the horrible hour. I would quietly whisper to her, “Rebekah is not my name. I do hope you find her.” I love that certain bird. I heard her just the other morning while I was drinking my tea by the sliding glass door. I wanted to ask her to come back around 2 am. My schedule has changed a bit, and I still find it hard to sleep when I should. I like a heating pad on my feet at night, and the sound of my grandparents clock. I like when people wink. I like the garlic rolls at Wall Street Pizza, and drinking water out of a mason jar. I love that in pictures, tulips always look like they’re on fire. I love waking up in the middle of the night to the moonlight. I turn open the blinds and peek at it through one of the long skinny lines, I could watch the moon for hours. I usually end up shutting the blinds so I can get some sleep. I love to sleep with the window open. When the streets are quiet, I can hear the sound of the train across town. ------------ About the author: Mechele Cassells is 22. One day she will own her own radio station, write a couple books and get married. In the meantime she'll just play guitar, drink coffee, and eat dictionaries. That's the life! Email: mecheolight@aol.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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