Subway Stories

So now that I am back to the commuting lifestyle and roam beyond the confines of the UWS, I can tell you honestly that despite the fact the train is packed every morning and every evening, I do love it. I love watching the woman reading "Everything Is Illuminated," and laughing out loud. I love watching the man kiss his wife good bye when he gets off at his work stop and she continues on to hers. I love watching the young dancers from the ABT sweep gracefully into the car with their hair swept up in nice tight buns and wrapped with a hair net. I love that every one complains to no one in particular, but someone always pretends to be listening. We shuffle off of cars, through turn styles and (almost) patiently wait while the elderly person in front of us takes their time to walk up the stairs. Another world awaits us up from the underground. It always feels hopeful, full of anticipation or the promise of home. You exit, breathe the air and feel as if you are starting anew. And I will again, tomorrow morning.