The Town and the City

 

Then the train rumbled off, sudden silence passed, he heard a vast breeze passing through the branches everywhere around, the locomotive whistle howled going away, the tracks gleamed nakedly in the moonlight—and he was sick now with a crying lonesomeness, he somehow knew that all moments were farewell, all life was goodbye.

He went home, he walked under the dark swishing trees of home and July and nighttime.