Annie sat quietly in the back seat. It had been a long, dull journey across the plains, and she was indulging her imagination to help pass the time.
As they passed a rare grove of trees and undergrowth, Annie spied a railroad track floating above the brush. She watched until it was too far behind them to see.
Turning around to face forward, she said, “Mommy, is that what the song is about?”
“What song, Annie?”
“You know, the one about life and a mountain railroad.” Annie began to hum.