Those would've been my last words today. I can't tell you how awful it felt running for my life. I'm here replaying the final moment over and over in my head and it is unbearable. I went on a last minute adventure with one of my friends to visit the only trestles I knew of and as we were walking down the tracks we heard the train coming. We were in the middle of the the tracks with no open space and we saw headlights in the distance. With only seconds to run for cover, I started to run back instead of forward. My friend had to yell at me to go the other way and I almost didn't trust him. We must've ran a thousand steps until we found a way to slid under. The train must've been going at least 25mph. I am still shaken up. I almost died today. I just laid there on the rocks and watched the train pass. You know that part when someone says their life flashed before their eyes? I experienced that feeling today. We started to walk back to the car and I almost threw up. I was drinking a skinny vanilla latte and reciting George Eliot on the back of my starbucks cup with my sharpie and a view of the Bevil Jarrel bridge and then that happened. The funniest thing happened once we got in the car, I had my friend play a mix cd of The Fray and "Tryin' To Throw Your Arms Around The World" started to play and we just started laughing.
ps. It's 9pm and I can still see the sun.
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