He builds

these tracks. Using every bit of track that he can find.

Long, winding. Long stretches with tunnels.  Things that don't connect. Leading nowhere. And everywhere.

Singing happy little nothing tunes as he works. 

Happy just to build a place for his beloved trains. Unaffected by broken bits. Just fixing them as he goes. Changing the layout several times a day.

Just happy. Happy to live in the world of trains. In his sweet imagination. His very own rail yard in our dining room.