notes from the commute
12 Minutes before my train:
The woman standing next to me has applied her eyeliner perfectly. Interestingly enough, she has painted on a thin line of soft brown and then another line of beige. I would never have considered this - the line of beige, but it looks very pretty on her.
A man, who at first appeared to be a vagrant is actually incredibly stylishly dressed. He is wearing a large overcoat and a jaunty hat but I realize that his accessories belie his true state. He has wonderful shoes and the coat is cut to appear over-sized. His shoes are pristine and the hat, upon closer inspection, is full of attitude. His look is carefully calculated.
1o minutes before my train:
A couple board the subway. She looks me over and looks at him. I'm wearing a sort of kooky hat. She sees it for what it is and gives him a look. (I'm listening to my iPod.) She says something to him, about me, I can tell. There is a quiet spot in my song and I hear her say: she can't hear us!
The lady to my left is wearing a terrific gold blouse. The fabric changes hue in the lights. She's very well put together and has a wonderful ring which I cannot get a good look at.
A woman gets on the train in a big black parka. She is not small but is wearing a tiny black skull cap. Tight grey ringlets peek their way out of the edges of the cap. She has twinkly eyes.
Next to her is a woman in a bright red vinyl coat. She has auburn hair. The coat and her hair match hues beautifully. Was this purposeful, this incredible match of hair and outerwear? I can only hope so.
The music from Run Lola Run comes on my iPod.
Seven minutes before my train:
A crowd of people board the subway. I am crushed between the woman with the gold blouse and a guy in a soccer jacket. He has an iPod too. He's smiling and bopping his head. Suddenly, I realize that his song and mine have the same beat.
Five minutes before my train:
I push my way out of the subway car, the music is timed perfectly.
I sprint for my train.
It feels good.
I dodge and weave through the crowd, spotting K near the walkway.
We rush to the train together, find our seats and settle in.
The woman standing next to me has applied her eyeliner perfectly. Interestingly enough, she has painted on a thin line of soft brown and then another line of beige. I would never have considered this - the line of beige, but it looks very pretty on her.
A man, who at first appeared to be a vagrant is actually incredibly stylishly dressed. He is wearing a large overcoat and a jaunty hat but I realize that his accessories belie his true state. He has wonderful shoes and the coat is cut to appear over-sized. His shoes are pristine and the hat, upon closer inspection, is full of attitude. His look is carefully calculated.
1o minutes before my train:
A couple board the subway. She looks me over and looks at him. I'm wearing a sort of kooky hat. She sees it for what it is and gives him a look. (I'm listening to my iPod.) She says something to him, about me, I can tell. There is a quiet spot in my song and I hear her say: she can't hear us!
The lady to my left is wearing a terrific gold blouse. The fabric changes hue in the lights. She's very well put together and has a wonderful ring which I cannot get a good look at.
A woman gets on the train in a big black parka. She is not small but is wearing a tiny black skull cap. Tight grey ringlets peek their way out of the edges of the cap. She has twinkly eyes.
Next to her is a woman in a bright red vinyl coat. She has auburn hair. The coat and her hair match hues beautifully. Was this purposeful, this incredible match of hair and outerwear? I can only hope so.
The music from Run Lola Run comes on my iPod.
Seven minutes before my train:
A crowd of people board the subway. I am crushed between the woman with the gold blouse and a guy in a soccer jacket. He has an iPod too. He's smiling and bopping his head. Suddenly, I realize that his song and mine have the same beat.
Five minutes before my train:
I push my way out of the subway car, the music is timed perfectly.
I sprint for my train.
It feels good.
I dodge and weave through the crowd, spotting K near the walkway.
We rush to the train together, find our seats and settle in.
Comments
I like the woman with the twinkly eyes.
jbhat
Second, I think your people observations are one of my favorite things in the blogosphere.
And I LOVE the part where you spot K in the distance and run to him. It's liek a movie scene before my eyes.
Paola
Paola