Sweet home sweet

Driving in late Tuesday night through rain, the bus dropped us outside Julian's house (that's local service for you). This place is about as quiet as it gets. The only sound that night was the sound of us bouncing around in an empty house. No furniture. No car. Nowhere to go. The bed is a bonus. And the train whistle I can hear blowing the whole way through town is possibly the only way you know time is passing.