Image Sketch: Overgrown Train Tunnel

When we passed the tunnel for the first time, the bright and dark menagerie of greens that drove deep into the woods, possibly forever, seemed unreal. It seemed, and it was unreal.  And set against the darkness and dreary drab of the rest of the damp woods all around, it was like a light from god bore directly through the trees and into the forest, bending like an eternal serpent, tracking along.  I almost didn’t see the tracks set into the green and viridescent vegetation, although I think they were what caught my eye first. I was so struck by the vastness and endlessness of the tunnel that I forgot the tracks were there the instant I saw them and began to wonder where this shaft in the trees leads, how long it takes to lead one there, and when it came to be. I then wondered aloud how I never noticed it at all before in all my walks among the trees, and then the tracks seemed to come alive with the sound of an oncoming train, barreling through the woods, stirring up birds close enough by to hear them start to take flight among the leaves of the trees and sing of their escape from the speeding locomotive.