Iron Horse

My new residence is not far from railroad tracks, the threads of steel that stretch from coast to coast. My inquiries suggest the tracks are one of the main Canadian National (CN) freight lines from Toronto heading out west. I now consider myself a scientist, studying the Doeppler Effect as trains come and go in each direction. They toot most pretentiously but it is a sound I rather enjoy and it really is rather quiet around here otherwise. The tranquil waters of the Trent Severn flow close by and here too there is boat traffic to catch one's attention. A lock nearby has just closed for the season so you know that Ole Man Winter is not far off, coming at us like the Polar Bear Express in all likelihood.