the 4:28 from Riverton

Driving home in the rain through fields of bright yellow canola, and I had so much trouble finding the right view; it was getting wetter and gloomier by the moment. I looked at all the shots later and the ones I kept coming back to were the ones of the disused rail line the road follows.
Perhaps it's the one closest to where my head is at at the moment, so maybe it feels more real. Some major changes at the cafe in regard to opening times have left us feeling a little nervous, and expectant. Are we going up the wrong track? Gut feeling says no.