Continuous Welded Rail

Whenever I lost my balance, I'd jump from rail to rail as the sun carelessly baked liquid creosote from each tie

This scented the air as did the porous ballast-slag, unfettered where bent spikes and broken knuckles littered the siding

Springtime frog's eggs floated in the ditches to each side. I still lose my balance now and then, but I'm not there now

As inflexible as it seems, track rail is pliable in great lengths - and so can you

“Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal”
~ Albert Camus