Cold engines and missing rails at 1am

Had that dream again — the one where I'm out on the yard at night and half the track is just gone, rails pulled up like stitches. Used to wake up short of breath. Tonight I just stood there in it, letting the frost settle, thinking how quiet a yard gets when nothing's demanding a departure. Maybe that's not a breakdown anymore. Maybe that's just the yard telling me it can breathe without me for a while.