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...and a good evening RR-Line Crew. It looks as though the weather is going to have quite an inpact on most of us. I think that I'm going to get some quality time on the workbench tomorrow as most of the honey-do's are completed 
I made some more coffee and have laid out some munchies and in keeping with the general theme of winter weather I thought I'de do a little exercise in composition. I hope you enjoy it.
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It's quiet now along the line except for the wind gusts, which are expected to increase throughout the night. There's a bright moon out but you can tell it's a 'winter moon' by the blueness and the stars are sparkling like diamonds and just like diamonds they look cold and hard. The lamps on the turnouts have been lit and even their light seems cold. The sharp, northeast wind seems to cut right through clothing and chill even the soul. The switcher in the shed is sighing as though it's haunted (the fire is banked for the night) and the flickering fire in the box casts weird shadows on the shed walls. It's as if the whole world were watching, and waiting for something.
I've been on the wire with the guys in the upper valley and they are waiting for the snow to start flying (as the weather weenies have promised) They have been working all evening getting things ready, just in case. Around here, you never know. The day started out cloudy after the sleet and freezing rain and snow from last night. The sun finally showed through around 10 AM but the wind kept things from warming up. Clouds are now moving in and their appearance does not bode well for man nor beast this night. It could be nothing or we could have a full-blown blizzard and as the hair on the back of my neck is up, I think it will be the latter.
The place is as ready as it can be; the porch is lined with some good, dry, oak splits for the stove to keep the crew warm, there is lots of good food in the larder and there are three or four large cans of coffee in the storeroom.
In a while I will take the teakettle down to the water tank and top her off, back her into the shed and re-bank the fire. C'mon Old Man Winter, do your damndest. We're ready for you.
I made some more coffee and have laid out some munchies and in keeping with the general theme of winter weather I thought I'de do a little exercise in composition. I hope you enjoy it.
WINTER NIGHTid="size4">id="blue">
It's quiet now along the line except for the wind gusts, which are expected to increase throughout the night. There's a bright moon out but you can tell it's a 'winter moon' by the blueness and the stars are sparkling like diamonds and just like diamonds they look cold and hard. The lamps on the turnouts have been lit and even their light seems cold. The sharp, northeast wind seems to cut right through clothing and chill even the soul. The switcher in the shed is sighing as though it's haunted (the fire is banked for the night) and the flickering fire in the box casts weird shadows on the shed walls. It's as if the whole world were watching, and waiting for something.
I've been on the wire with the guys in the upper valley and they are waiting for the snow to start flying (as the weather weenies have promised) They have been working all evening getting things ready, just in case. Around here, you never know. The day started out cloudy after the sleet and freezing rain and snow from last night. The sun finally showed through around 10 AM but the wind kept things from warming up. Clouds are now moving in and their appearance does not bode well for man nor beast this night. It could be nothing or we could have a full-blown blizzard and as the hair on the back of my neck is up, I think it will be the latter.
The place is as ready as it can be; the porch is lined with some good, dry, oak splits for the stove to keep the crew warm, there is lots of good food in the larder and there are three or four large cans of coffee in the storeroom.
In a while I will take the teakettle down to the water tank and top her off, back her into the shed and re-bank the fire. C'mon Old Man Winter, do your damndest. We're ready for you.
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