musée mia burrus

a cross country writing retreat

Via Train 2 between Kamloops and Jasper

Blue River Dawn – a diversion

When I first raised the blind in my sleeping cabin the darkness outside was complete. One and then two logging trucks slid past in the distance, like jeweled ships. Slowly the grey serpentine form of the train became discernable, meandering along the Blue River through the black and white landscape. The candy coloured train signals came and went. The train’s yellow headlight is dimmed by the dawn. Now I see that the clouds have come down to meet the mountains.

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