The window of my memories

The last midnight special in my life passed through my eyes, far in the distance of the window in the dark blend of a valley, supported by Alborz mountains, north of Iran about 24 years ago. I was 5 and excited to see the passenger train goes by, roaring like a beast, lighting up the tracks with the faded yellow light. This image, along with many songs stayed in my mind, deep down and far beyond the life's piled up layers. But it all came to the surface when I first listened to the "Midnight Special", when I let it to shed light on me! This memory is like an image that I was able to hold in my hand, look at it and see the journey of my life. Also I could put myself in the place of Lead Belly and see in his eyes. I will repaint this image, I would like to have it framed, like its memory that is framed!