I always scan the railroad crossing for some sign of life. The rain pelted my windsheld as the warning bells sounded on the tracks. I thought about calling, and the I thought about how I probably shouldn’t have the other night. I thought about a lot of things that let me right back to where I was. Ambivalence overwhelms the breaking dawn and that pulse is wearing thin. It’s a beautiful escape plan, I’ve seen it before and again. I’m not worried, but as the minutes pass by I feel my patience wanning ever so lovely.