The siren sings no lullaby
The wi-fi on the Amtrak Regional decided it would prefer not to, but fortunately the train itself did its job with some minor delays and we are now in Brooklyn. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch informs me that we got out of Boston just in time, i.e., before the Orange Line actually caught fire. (There was smoke at Downtown Crossing. And delays.) Instead we got the sea-swell brush-green of salt marshes and the sun sinking through the girders of Hell Gate Bridge, the wide curve of the East River like hot wrinkled metal. We saw a rainbow in New London. I had smørrebrød for dinner at the Great Northern Food Hall. I would have liked to be less exhausted for a talkative late night, but the day is what it is. Onward to radio.
spatch informs me that we got out of Boston just in time, i.e., before the Orange Line actually caught fire. (There was smoke at Downtown Crossing. And delays.) Instead we got the sea-swell brush-green of salt marshes and the sun sinking through the girders of Hell Gate Bridge, the wide curve of the East River like hot wrinkled metal. We saw a rainbow in New London. I had smørrebrød for dinner at the Great Northern Food Hall. I would have liked to be less exhausted for a talkative late night, but the day is what it is. Onward to radio.