It's silly to be thankful for such a thing as you, but I am.
You remind me of one of the last nights I had with my big brother. A night that was full of his typical wild spontaneity, a night that I sat in the car beside him on the way to a middle-of-the-night Jack In The Box run thinking "How am I so lucky to have him as my big brother?"
When you come up and out suddenly through the comforting dark silence of those country nights I've come to love so, I flash back to that night. To the love and pride swelling up inside my chest for that random adventure loving brother of mine. To the complete and total fun that it was - that he was.
You make me smile every time, and every time I think of one of the last nights I had with my hero, and every time I think the same thought I had that night: ""How am I so lucky to have him as my big brother?"
Thank you, random trains at night. I really do love you.