I'm walking along the tracks and breaking off branches. To keep my hands busy, I tear the leaves to shreds as I walk.
I come to a spot and see the pebble on the smooth steel of the rail. Small enough that anyone walking by would miss it. Small enough to miss but big enough for disaster.
I know the train is coming. I can hear it.
So I stare at the rock.
I can't decide if I have time to get it off the track.
Am I fast enough?
Am I strong enough to lift the little quarter-sized boulder?
If I make it, and move it, will there be time for me to get off the tracks before the train roars past?
I'm just standing here looking at it.
I know what it will do when the train gets here.
Would everything be better if I just left the stone there?
I know how it got there and have no idea if it is mine to move.
Mother frickin' flyin' fucker.