#0667
Westland Loco
Running along a rural trail near train tracks, I hear the familiar horn from childhood and keep going despite the chill. After several minutes of running in the dark, a train stops; cars roll out, leaving me stranded so I improvise by using the space between them to drop my backpack and headphones, then climb a ladder to get back on track. The cold bites after turning around, but I keep moving until I reach the western end of the trail, where I enjoy the quiet spot beyond the city lamps. After finishing, I decide not to cross the tracks again, even though itâs risky, because that spot feels right for me.






















