6 am train
I know I am on time when two blond Russian women pass me on the platform. Deeply engaged in their conversations, they walk past me and some how acknowledge their own clock reaffirmed by my presence. I stand by the first billboard that sporadically changes knowing that as soon as the new one is laid down, someone will splice it up and add their own grammatically incorrect commentary. The Chinese man subsequently wearing his Chinese tuxedo or Canadian tuxedo or whichever group suits you sits to my right on the wooden benches also awaiting the frequently late train. An old man walks precariously on the yellow line on the edge of the platform looking down the tunnel of darkness in hopes for the impending light to appear. I worry for his risk taking, literally living on the edge but I am reassured by his snowy white hair and survival of likely 85 years, that he’s done this before and he’ll remain another day to walk his line.
We are all usually on time waiting for the usually off time train. Suffering through unbearable, heavy, pungent, sweltering heat praying that the train will save you with frigid a/c, to the nasty, cold winds and icy steps in the winter where huge snow storms shut down the rails and you have to snowshoe it to work… All part of living in this great city.
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