Between the scorching towns of Greenfield and Oakville, construction commenced on a meager rail line when a young boy named Tommy was eight years old. Tommy frequented the area each day, just beyond the outskirts of town, to observe the ongoing construction. It was a plain rail project that involved a handcart used for moving dirt, and this piqued Tommy's curiosity. The handcart featured two laborers atop it, who, after loading it with soil, would stand at the back. Since the handcart had to go downhill, it moved without requiring human intervention. Tommy found this particularly captivating. Thoughts of becoming a laborer or, at the very least, riding on the handcart crossed his mind. When the handcart reached the flatlands outside of town, it came to a natural halt. Simultaneously, the laborers jumped off and efficiently spread the soil at the end of the tracks. Afterward, they began pushing the handcart back uphill. Tommy wished he could assist in pushing the cart or, at the very least, ride on it. One evening in early February, Tommy, accompanied by his two younger pals, ventured to the spot where the handcart had been abandoned at the town's outskirts. It had become quite grimy and was barely visible in the dwindling light. To their astonishment, there were no laborers in sight. Tommy and his pals hesitated but decided to push the handcart from the far end. When they all pushed together, the wheels started turning with a resounding rumble. The noise startled Tommy initially, but he quickly adapted. The handcart, accompanied by its rhythmic sound, slowly moved along the tracks. Tommy couldn't help but contemplate the idea of becoming a laborer himself or, at the very least, riding on the handcart. When the handcart arrived at the outskirts of town, it stopped as if it had reached its destination. The laborers jumped off, swiftly spread the soil, and then commenced pushing the handcart back up the hill. Tommy wished he could assist in pushing it. One evening, approximately ten days later, Tommy stood alone at the construction site, just past noon, waiting for the handcart to return. Suddenly, he spotted another handcart approaching, loaded with wooden planks. It was being pushed by two strapping young men. As they drew closer, Tommy felt an affinity with them. He thought, "These fellas seem friendly." When the handcart arrived, he approached them. "Need a hand pushing?" he inquired. The man in the checkered shirt responded, "Sure, you can help." Tommy joined them, pushing with all his might. He felt a sense of accomplishment. "You're strong," the other man, with a cigarette tucked behind his ear, complimented him. As they continued pushing, the slope of the tracks became less steep. Tommy began to wonder if he should keep pushing, but the two laborers, bent over more than before, continued to push in silence. Tommy couldn't help but ask, "Can we stop pushing now?" "Of course," they said in unison. Tommy thought, "These are nice guys." After pushing for about five or six blocks, the tracks suddenly became steeper. The handcart no longer moved, even when the three of them pushed with all their strength. It seemed they might even be pushed back down the hill with the cart. Tommy decided he'd pushed enough and signaled to the younger two. "All right, let's get on!" They all hopped on the handcart at once, and it started moving rapidly along the tracks. The surrounding landscape quickly unfolded before their eyes as the cart sped down the tracks, swaying in the breeze, the motion of the handcart beneath their feet, and Tommy felt almost ecstatic. But after a few minutes, the cart came to a halt at its original endpoint. "All right, let's push it again," Tommy said. He and the two younger men began pushing the cart again. But before the wheels could start moving, they heard footsteps behind them. Not only did they hear the footsteps, but suddenly the voice turned into a shout. "Hey, who gave you permission to touch the cart?" There stood a tall laborer in a tattered denim jacket, wearing an out-of-season baseball cap, and a look of anger. The moment Tommy saw this figure, he, along with the younger two, began running away as quickly as possible. From then on, Tommy never thought of getting on an abandoned cart at a deserted construction site again. But the image of that laborer remains clear in Tommy's mind to this day—a small, faintly yellow straw cap in the dim light. Yet even that memory fades with each passing year. Ten days later, Tommy went to the outskirts of town with his wife and children, and he stopped by the abandoned handcart at the deserted construction site. He felt a sense of attachment to the place. Tommy and his wife moved to the city when he was twenty-six. He now works as a proofreader in a publishing company. However, he sometimes finds himself thinking about the past for no apparent reason. For no apparent reason? Dust-covered and tired, even now, Tommy still sees that deserted path in the bushes and slopes as clearly as he did then.