Beside my homestay home, there’s a river. I go there sometimes to watch it flow. The vacant railroad crosses right over it.
If you sit there for a while you start to notice.
Listen carefully and you’ll hear the fisherman on the side of the road with their strings and hooks. Listen a little more closely and you might just hear the flow.
Look deep inside the waters and you might just notice the steel pipes. Look deeper if you want to see the river’s bottom, or better yet your own reflection.
Once you find it all though, throw it back in.
The river will flow forever so you can catch it again next time. So come as you please. I promise the train won’t bother.