Magnificent prose which I have come back to several times now. One section stands out because it captures my experience:
“ There is no explanation that would answer the curiosity of those in my life, even if they were curious, which they are not. This is seen as one of the strange quirks in my personality for which there are no good explanations.
The solitude suits me, for I am with the beautiful little, antique engines and the eternal elegance of steam. I have loved it for as long as I have had thoughts.”
Thank you!