These tracks used to lead somewhere. Trains rattled through, people came and went, and life moved forward along this line. Now the grass has taken over, and the wood and steel are just fading reminders of what used to be. It’s funny how quickly things we once thought permanent slip into the background, forgotten, covered, replaced. Nature doesn’t rush, but it never forgets to reclaim what’s left behind. Maybe that’s the way of all things: what is no longer needed, we stop using, we stop remembering, until it becomes just another part of the landscape.