As someone who lives opposite a railway line, I completely understand this. I love to hear the trains rushing past and seeing great long links of freight galloping up and down the line. It feels reassuring and dynamic and a reminder that things and people are moving and making things happen.
A Local Train of Thought – by Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967)
Alone, in silence, at a certain time of night,
Listening, and looking up from what I’m trying to write,
I hear a local train along the Valley. And ‘There
Goes the one-fifty’ think I to myself, aware
That somehow its habitual travelling comforts me,
Making the world seem safer, homelier, sure to be
The same tomorrow; and the same, one hopes, next year.
There’s peacetime in that train’ One hears it disappear
With needless warning whistle and rail-resounding wheels.
‘That train’s quite like an old familiar friend’, one feels.