Thursday AM dreams

It’s 8:15 am. Thursday morning. N train. Early as always. The view going over the Manhattan bridge is always one that makes me savor my commute. The Brooklyn bridge arch is a sight to be seen, especially mid morning or during sunset. The colors, the hustle of the cars passing by, the overachieving runners pounding the gravel with the soles of their feet, just the general feeling of New York City, it’s quintessential. Canal street. Abrupt halt. The MTA overhead says, “train traffic ahead of us, sorry for the delay, we should be moving shortly”. A minute passes and people start to slouch, hands over their faces, crouching into more comfortable positions like they are settling in, passengers standing take their phones out of their pocket to look at… pictures? (No service in between stops). The woman sitting at the window looks up from her reflection to see the person sitting 2 inches from her face, grazes his thin clean shaven face side to side a couple times and looks back down. Times like these remind me that we can make more time in our lives than we think. All of these occurrences happened within 4 minutes. Imagine if we put intention behind those minutes…. Oh what the world would be...