Sweat and life evaporate equally out here. The lull and comfort of civilization and companionship dull my perception of life's immediate passing. The tick tick of seconds we'll never get back.
Don't think such thoughts! Here, amuse yourself with the TV, or watch a movie. How about a meal? Or a drink? Or a chat with friends?
There's no such distraction out here. Just the locomotives determined passing; blind to anything other than their rails.
I can't help sense time's passage here. Feel the very real weight of age. My muscles seem to fade with each step. That distant peak, possible yesterday, impossible today; not even a dream tomorrow.
Each moment, less and less.