Nothing to see in the darkness outside the train window.
Nothing to see but the lights of a farmhouse moving by in the distance.
Nothing to see but the flash of crossing signals that follows the muffled sound of the horn.
Nothing to see but automobile headlights as the highway creeps in and tries to snuggle close to the right of way.
Nothing to see but the first street light and then a small town that doesn’t have time to show itself off before it dims and fades away.
Nothing to see ahead but the Mars Light sweeping the roadbed and the fields as if it was a red and white cane.
Nothing to see but you watch waiting to see.